Erin was only eighteen when she killed her father. He was very cruel to her mother. Every night she would hear her scream echo through the house even if she try her best to cover her ears. It wasn’t always like this. Erin’s father had been diagnosed with lung cancer when she was eight. During the breaking bad news, the doctor told him that he had only three short years to live. He was left speechless and refused any help knowing that he couldn’t afford it. That’s when it started. Erin’s mother tried to get help but all it did was anger him. He told her that they did not have the money but she ignored that and kept trying to get help. This agitated the rising anger and he became annoyed at everything she did.
He didn’t live for just three years. Erin begged her mother to leave him countless times but she always said the same thing; ‘I loved him and he needs my help’. Erin did not understand what her mother meant but she knew that it wouldn’t stop. She knew that she had to cope. For the next ten years she wrestled the urge to end everything. She wanted to die, hoping that everything would end in an instant.
‘Happy new year!’ The news reporter seemed delighted. ‘Hello New York! We step into 2017 with a brilliant display of fireworks here…’ The television screen froze and everything went black… She immediately grabbed her phone from her pocket and turned on the phone’s flashlight. Suddenly she heard a loud bang that deafened her. She looked around frantically to search for the source, her ears still ringing. At first she thought it was just some kind of firework but this one sounded very close. It sounded like it came from up the stairs… Erin, with her phone lighting the way, slowly climbed up the stairs and entered her parent’s room. She stood in shock as she saw her mother lying dead on the bed with raw blood spewing out of her chest. It was a gunshot... Her father stood in front of her, staring at his dead wife with a gun in his hand. Erin was frozen, she couldn’t move… her heart raced in her chest. She started to walk toward the gun but she wasn’t the one moving her legs. It was the excitement of animosity caused by years of desperation. Lost in the void of shock, Erin found herself clenching onto a gun that was aimed at her father. It was the moment of death… Her father stood still staring at his wife. After the next heartbeat Erin screamed with rage as she pulled the bittersweet trigger. She was relieved to see her father decline into death.
The room was beginning to flood with a familiar crimson liquid. Erin looked at her mother and father one more time as she exited the room. She was in shock but she felt nothing but satisfaction to watch the horror end.
Erin fled form New York with only the money from her father’s wallet and a bottle of water in her backpack. The police would find out sooner or later that it was Erin who was the murderer. She had not a thing planned but she was prepared to run and outrun.
