Revival (Kathniel)

Loss

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I walked aimlessly down the lonely street. With nothing but tears in my eyes. I can still remember, clearly remeber, how i lost them in front of me.

It was exactly a year ago.

*Flashback*

I'm so excited! My mom and dad planned to go on the beach! Ha! It's about time, baby! Their only daughter isn't accepting any attention lately. They're too busy with work. And this is their way of catching up with me. Besides, it's summer timeeeee!

After putting my favorite Ray Ban shades on, I slowly looked at the mirror. Just to be dramatic.

Everything looks perfect!

My long straight brown hair is not messy. My fair complexion complemented my blue tank top and white short-shorts. Also, my black Converse sneakers looked really perfect with my outfit today.

I fixed my hair for the last time.

And like a lunatic, I danced and danced a crazy dance in front of the mirror. Yes, that's how happy I am today.

I hope this won't be ruined by anything.

Just before I could come out my door, my mother called me.

"Kath! Come down now! We're gonna miss our flight!"

"Yes, mom! Gonna be there in a bit," I shouted back.

I gathered all my things and cautiously walked down our glass stairs.

When I was finally down stairs, I saw my parents in the living room.

My mother was fixing my father's hair like he's a baby.

She always treats me and dad like a child. She gives us everything we need and always there for us. She's definitely our hero; the one who constantly saves the day.

Of course, I love my father just as how much I love my mother. He always always spoils me. If my mother gives me everything I need, my father, on the other hand, gives everything I want. I'll just name it and poof! There it is.

I'm lucky, right?

I have the best parents in the world!

"Ehem. Ehem," my mother cleared her throat, breaking my thoughts.

"Why? What's wrong?" I am clueless.

"Kath Bernard, we'll only be gone for a week. Why do you look like you're gonna leave the house permanently? Three suitcases? Seriously, honey?"

I totally take back what I said earlier. Just when I told you she's my hero, here she is; overreacting and complaining.

"Mom! You're overreacting. I was originally planning to bring five. Lucky you, I only brought three. He he."

As if on cue, my father approached me and kissed my forehead.

"Don't scold our little princess," he said sweetly.

I smiled widely.

"There you go again, spoiling that child," my mother said angrily while crossing her arms.

My father really knows how to tame my mother. Because right after he pulled her closer and hugged us both, her anger dissolved somewhere.

"Let's not ruin this day, okay? I want us to be happy this week."

"Okay, daddy." "Okay, honey," my mother and I replied at the same time.

"Always remember, I love you both." How did I become so cheesy?

"Awwe. We love you too, baby," they chorused.

After our dramatic scene, I went straight inside the car and put my things.

I scanned my iPod while waiting for them inside the car.

After a few minutes, I saw them standing outside the gate, talking to our maids. They are probably telling them what to do while we're gone.

As they walked closely towards the car, the most unbelievable thing happened.

I heard gunshots! Four gunshots to be precise.

My instincts told me to duck, so I ducked! I panicked; I didn't know what to do.

I remembered my parents, and then I panicked again. I was afraid to go outside the car. I was freaking shaking!

I heard loud screams, my guts told me to come out.

That was the worst decision I've ever made. Outside the car, I saw my parents lying in a pool of blood.

I immediately run towards them. My tears started streaming down my face before I knew it. I was sobbing, sobbing like a baby. Our maids were also crying.

"Call the hospital! Call the hospital now!" I shouted so loud.

*End of Flashback*

I continually walked. I didn't know where I am anymore. I bumped into one person and then another and I didn't care.

It's been a year, but I still can't move on.

I hate the police! Because they still can't find who killed my parents. I hate my relatives! Because they don't even freaking care about me! I hate myself! Because I was late; too late to save them.

The people around me probably think I'm crazy. Because all I did was cry and cry and walk with no certain direction.