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Author's Note: Hi All! I wanted to begin again on reposting this story since I don't really like how the beginning started with all the word cramped together until chapter 5 I think. So here is it, new or revised or upgraded, whatever. Enjoy
The Beginning
Prologue
That night was a dark and cloudy night. I remember it like it happened yesterday, but it was almost a decade ago. I was almost 4; my birthday was a week away.
I was heading home, jumping on rooftops, enjoying the cool breeze of the mid-autumn weather. It was almost supper time and the clock on the tower in the middle of the village confirmed it. As the clock struck 5 pm, the bell rang out throughout the village. Smiling widely, I picked up the pace and rushed, because I love the race of the count of 5.
I always ran, jumped and enjoyed it to the last ring, by then I'm the back door of my house before it ends, and tonight was no different. Hand on the door knob, I turned it and stepped thru the threshold of my house. Slam! It goes.
The kitchen however was eerily quiet and deserted, which in itself was strange. Supper was steaming on the oven and ready to be served on the table that is already set with plates and utensils.
Neither sound nor movement could be heard and it started to unnerve me. Something was seriously wrong here, I could literally feel it. I walked pass the table, thru the kitchen, into the living room.
Everything just felt….off. My dad chair is unoccupied. He always sits in front of the TV in his chair until I tell him that supper is ready. As I came closer, I felt for the warmth that might be there but all I felt was the cold leather, as if nobody has sat in it at all.
This was starting to freak me out. I know my parents schedule like the back of my hand, hell I even know our maids schedule. Our maid finishes by 3:30 pm because everything is done by then and my mom loves to cook, so she prepares the meals. She can make anything and everything, and it all tastes delicious. My dad is home by 4 pm and lounges in the living room in front of the TV without moving until it's time for supper.
So as I said, it freaked me out that my parents are not where they usually are. So I took a deep breath and walked past the living room to the rest of the house but nothing in the dining room, patio or game room. My room is off limits, so the only place would be my parent's room. As I got close, the door was slightly ajar, and I can see lights shining thru the opening.
'Well, they must be talking' I thought to myself as I went to the door and knocked lightly.
I waited…and waited…and waited some more. I heard no movement or sound; I mean people usually make a sound if they are moving, so shouldn't there be someone in there doing something?
With my hand on the door knob, I pushed it open and was shocked to my core at the image in front of me.
My mom and dad, dead in their own pool of blood, dad on his back with multiple stab wounds on his chest, I cannot count how many there is, there is so much blood.
Mom, dear sweet mom, also on her back but her neck is twisted in a gruesome angle so her head is faced down.
I felt numb, my body felt numb, my eyes glue to their bloody bodies.
Somehow, someway I went to the phone, which is located in the kitchen and I have no idea how that happen I didn't feel my feet move. I couldn't hear my own voice but I know I call someone. I stood there in the kitchen with the phone still in my hand when the authorities arrived.
I guess I call them.
It all became a blur as questions were asked; my parent's room became a crime scene, their bodies moved by the coroner and then our maid showed up.
She screamed and cried and held me saying everything will be ok.
That night she became my guardian.
That night, a week before my birthday, I was going to be 4.
That gruesome night my parents were murdered.