half a year (thirteen to thirteen and a half) Riku (fourteen at the time) moved in with me. I never knew quite the reason why he moved in or out and I never bothered to ask. Since then I've lived completely alone with my guardian only coming every one and half to two weeks to drop off groceries and make sure I'm still alive. Anyway… I guess I should tell you what happened to my parents. I later found out that, on their way to get me, my parents were killed. So, yes. I blame myself. They had gotten into their car and, before they could even start it, a man with a gun told my father to get out of the car. The police don't know whether or not my father refused, but they had found his body lying in the parking lot with three bullets in his chest. Then came my mother. So the man stole the car with my mama still inside. "Witnesses said she tried to exit the moving car," one of the officers had told me, but she wasn't very lucky. She was driven somewhere secluded, raped and stabbed to death. They found her body three blocks away from the hotel. My father's car was recovered along with their murderer a week later. The story was on the news for weeks, but their names were never released. So the only (living) people who really know that it was my parents are Riku (who I told the moment I found out the whole story), the bank teller (who was my mother's close friend), my stupid guardian (who likes to use my dead parents against me), and my literary teacher (who I once told in a fit of frustration). Sure, all my teachers know I don't have parents, but the school doesn't need to know why. Most of my friends don't even know since I never bring it up and they never come over. I don't want the whole world to know. Oh… look book. I got you wet. I'm sorry. I thought I'd actually be able to tell this story without getting too emotional on you.