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Chapter 21 (part 2)

I woke up at 8:27 am. I take note of the time by habit. Looking out the window it was raining which made me feel depressed - I don't know why but rain always made me feel depressed. My head was killing me - Hangovers are the worst. Taking a scope of my room everything was in exactly the right place and that made me happy. I stumbled my way downstairs to get some water but something felt off to me. It wasn't normally this quiet so I was on edge - my hairs standing on end - as I made my way to the kitchen slowly. Quietly. When I got to the kitchen I saw the remains of a wine bottle on the counter and 1 glass half empty. This was odd as there would be 2 glasses if both my parents were present - I knew they would be as I heard them last night. I made my way around the counter, my hand sliding across the surface as I did. Reaching my hand to the fridge I opened it to grab the OJ which, judging by the sound was half empty. I need to write that on the shopping list then. I closed the fridge after grabbing the OJ and reached for a glass in the dishwasher to the left. Turning around with the glass and the orange juice my world stopped. I dropped the orange juice and the glass, the glass ended up shattering on contact with the marble floor. Just for a second. I hoped it was a dream. I pinched myself which informed me it wasn't. That's when the panic began. I screamed, rushing to their dead bodies to check their pulse. My dad's pulse: dead. My mum's pulse: dead. I could barely see anything as the tears fell down my face soaking my cheeks and dripping onto my mum's shirt.

"This can't be real!" I whispered "It has to be a dream, please. Please."

I just sat there draped over my mum's chest, disregarding my aversion to it in general. crying and begging or this to be a dream, inwardly I knew it wasn't. That hurt me so, so much to think that this. This is my reality. Reality. I hate it.

It took a long time before I could think straight. Admittedly I was rejecting what was going on. There was a process I had gone through from Screaming bloody murder (ironic isn't it?) to ugly sobbing over their corpses and then the numbness had set in an I wasn't responding to anything. At one point I think I heard knocking at the door, but I couldn't leave my parents. It took me so much effort to stand up. I was like a new-born fawn; stumbling and tripping on my way to the telephone on the wall. I barely noted down my bloody hands while I was pressing my shaking fingers to the dial. I was held in suspense as the phone rang, waiting for the connection to be established. It seemed to forever before the call connected and in that time I had leaned my body against the wall, slowly collapsing in on myself as I slip down the wall until I collapsed into a heap on the floor. 

"999, what's your emergency?" Said a polite female voice over the phone.

"...Help" was all I could manage to choke out. This must have immediately caught her attention as her tone of voice changed from soft to serious.

"What happened? What's the situation? Tell me and I can send help to your location."

This only made me sob harder and I was struggling to even whisper anymore. My voice sounded broken and raspy as I had been crying for so long but I tried to raise my voice enough to make it heard.

"...My parents...they...they're dead." I cried.

"Oh sweetie...can you tell me your location and we'll be there as soon as possible." she spoke. I could hear the pity in her voice and it hurt even more.

 After I told her my address I hung up. Time seemed to pass in an instant while I stared out at the rain falling into the garden. I heard a knock at my door, again. I roused myself and stood up from my position on the floor. When I got to the door I could see the lights of the police cars shining through the glass. As soon as I opened the door I was bombarded by a load of questions from the police officers. When I didn't respond they changed their approach and asked if they could come in. I wordlessly moved aside to let them in. After the 2 police officers had entered the house I shut the door with a loud Bang. In my head it was reminiscent of thunder with the way it seemed to echo in the quietness. I returned from my thoughts to one of the men staring at me expectantly, the other one was staring at my hands wordlessly - taking note of the dried blood on them. I breezed past them without speaking, guiding them to the kitchen where my parents were lying dead.