I wasused to be just like everyone else. I mean, I went to school and dressed the same as everyone else, but I suppose I was never normal. I was a typical 15-year-old girl with black hair and blue eyes that glistened a sea green in the light.
Up until a couple of days ago I was happy, it. That was, whenuntil I came home after visiting the shops to find my parents' bodies on the floor, innocent blood all over the place, and their faces twisted in horror. I had nothing left but them, and now they were dead.
I knelt down next to my parents' lifeless bodybodies, tears streaming down my face as I looked into their lifeless and colourless eyes. For a brief moment, it was only me and my thoughts, but then I heard the blurred outfaint sounds of police sirens. When the police came inarrived, I couldn't move. itI felt like I was frozen, so I just sat there with tears flowing down my cheeks until the policeman yanked me away from the cold, lifeless bodybodies and hastily wrapped me in a blanket before settingtaking me down outside. When the policeman finally approached me, he started to take me to his car so we could go to the station. It felt like I had been sitting there for a lifetime without my parents.
I had stopped crying when we arrived at the station, and; I was only emotionless. I had no feelings; it was like I had been eaten by the darkness. I wentwas put straight tointo the questioninginterrogation room after we reached the police station. The room was painted a fullcompletely white but the paint had started to pilepeel showing a yellow undertone, there. There was one metal table and a plastic chair as well as a metal one. The handcuffs were engraved onattached to the table and there were at least 4four cameras in the tiny, boxboxy room. The first officer left the room asand as I looked at the wooden door and, another one entered.
“So, do you know if there is somebody who would wish to harm your parents?”, the policeman asked in a low, deep voice. I basically sat there and shrugged without making anysaying anything meaningful movement. The officer gave me a quick glance before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
That’s when I saw them again. I saw my parents' lifeless bodies on the floor with blood all over them and it was all I could think about.
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