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Forgotten

Chapter One: The Mystery Revealed

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad.
Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.
-Helen Keller

I was only a high school student, undergoing my last year, when my world came crashing down around me. My future had always been so set, my days so predictable, and everything had never intervened with that life of mine, until November 10, 2009. I never suspected anything about my parents. They were normal parents, like any other, and it never went beyond that. Except, it did.

I hadn't known about it and they never bothered to share their lives with me, their real lives. They'd placed my brother and I in one of the most dangerous situations a person could get into and they didn't warn us, didn't protect us, didn't even try… because all along they were the bad people and maybe, just maybe, they thought if the police would come that they'd give us a safer life, put us in a place where we could grow up right.

My adopted sister Rin was with me and I paused outside of the house. Right away I knew something was wrong, and I had yet to notice bullet holes. I wasn't sure what I do: 1.) leave Rin outside where she could be safer and not have to see something or 2.) take her inside the house so she'd at least be with me and I could give her a chance to run away. We'd always had a large house back a long lane in the middle of the woods. I closed my bright but dark green eyes, "Rin, you have your cell phone, don't you?"

"Yeah, but, why?" Rin asked, a little confused and there was a hint of fear in her voice.

"Run over to Molly's, I'll be there in a couple minutes." I ordered.

"Why?" she insisted on knowing rather than running to the neighbors.

"Just go!" I yelled and she took a step back, eyes wide, before turning on her heel and taking off running back up the lane and into an open area, which I figured would be a lot safer. I swallowed the sick feeling within me and walked into the house, taking long and slow deep breaths. The place was an absolute disaster and I was afraid to poke around with anything, yet I wanted to know where my parents were. There was a binder on the one desk, untouched and the title stood out MURDER. It probably wasn't my smartest decision but I slipped off my backpack, slipped it inside, and but the backpack back on.

I took careful and silent foot steps with my converse sneakers, tip toeing around broken glass, papers, pictures, pencils, pens, etc. This is a stupid idea Ayame; a really, really stupid idea! You are going to get killed, the people are still here and you're stepping into a crime scene, get out now! Except, I couldn't. I traveled deeper into the house, upstairs. I turned into my parents bedrooms and that's when I saw them. Still burning flesh, some areas skinned, blood poured all over the floor and still leaking out, the deformation of their arms and faces, broken bones, and so much more. I threw up all over the floor, again and again, tears pouring out of my eyes. I spit out any fluid in my mouth and dropped onto my side rather than my knees, curling up and not looking at the bodies.

My head was spinning and I felt sicker than ever. I barely had the strength to pull my phone out of my pocket and call the police station, but gladly enough I did. Within fifteen minutes police cars flooded the driveway and I was carried to the back of a police car, having mouth rinse to wash out the puke taste. Hot tears were streaming down my face but I didn't know, I couldn't feel or see anything, I was just blank. I mumbled in a croaking, mumbling, quiet voice, "My parents, my parents, my parents, my parents…" over and over again. I clutched tightly to my backpack, which they'd thrown on the floor.

No matter what I said, no matter how many times I said it, they'd never come back.

I ended up spending the night in an extra room at my Sango's house while Rin stayed at her friends. I hadn't been able to look or talk to Rin since that day. Sango… she'd been my friend since elementary school and we usually did end up spending the night at each other's houses. This time our night wasn't filled with joy and laughing, though. I has isolated myself in their spare guest room since I'd gotten there, refusing to eat or drink anything.

From on the bed I reached into my backpack and slipped out the binder from earlier. I ran my hands over the cover. Murder… something I never thought I'd have to deal with, especially in such a small town. Now I was curious about it, as I opened up the binder and the tears rolled down my cheeks. I sniffled and acknowledged the pages. I picked up speed as I flipped through the documents… all these murders, unsolved. The pages were numbered, reaching 100 as the newest… that one being my parents.

There were millions of unsolved murders, yet only 100 had been specifically chosen for this binder. I furrowed my eyebrows together and studied the last page. It was a picture of my parents, dead. 100 pages and for some reason this killer had chosen them to finish their collection with. The thing I should have done would have been to report it to the cops, tell the police what I'd found, describe the oddness of it, let them figure it out and not get involved….

I kept it and decided to figure it out myself.