I watched as my house went up in flames, my parents inside. Dead. Cause: suicide.
As I left the school grounds a feeling of pure dread came over me, rattling me to the core. A few seconds later the feeling passed, I took my iPod out of my pocket and started listening to it, unable to forget that feeling.
I rounded the corner, two streets away from my house. From where I stood I could see a cloud of smokefrom where my house stood. The feeling came back, stronger than earlier. My eyes widened and I sprinted the rest of the way home.
'Faster! Faster!' I thought, trying my hardest to run faster. I wasn't national champion for nothing. As I sprinted down my street I refused to believe that what I was seeing was reality 'it's a dream' I screamed repeatedly in my head. I ran inside my house. I passed the kitchen and saw red in my peripheral vision. I back tracked and screamed when I saw what was on the floor.
Getting ahold of myself I racked my brain to put all my investigative skills to find out how this happened. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the first-aid kit atop it. I opened it and put on the last pair of gloves and started inspecting the knives protruding from their stomachs. After about 30 seconds I'd discovered why they were dead.
Suicide.
Realising this brought a few tears. I wiped them away and ran up to my room. I grabbed a suitcase and filled it with all my favourite novels, money box, wallet, converse, knives/swords, my hand gun and all my gaming consoles, computers and electronic devices. I threw it out the window onto the trampoline before jumping out the windows myself. I hit the ground and army rolled away from the house.
2 minutes later a fire truck came bolting around the corner and stopped in front of my now flaming house. I grabbed my suitcase and slipped away unnoticed.
2 days after my house burnt down...
I was standing in front of an orphanage. There was a sign on the gate which read 'Wammy's institute for the gifted'. I'd heard about it before, apparently it was this orphange for young geniuses.
"What could it hurt." I asked aloud.
I pushed the gates open and walked in.