Cry For Help

How It Started...

I was only 8 years old when I lost my family. I was at school, the day was ending and my parents were coming to pick me up. Since dad barely got to see me, he tagged along with Mum to pick me up, thinking it'd be a nice surprise for me. It would've been... If he lived to reach the school. 

A drunk driver was riding in a truck. He ran a red light and when my mum tried to get through, not realising the truck was in the way... She drove right into it. According to the autopsy, they didn't die straight away. They survived the initial hit. But dad didn't have his seat belt on. He flew through the glass and hit the truck head first. That was what killed him. 

As for what killed my mother, the car she was in tipped over multiple times. When paramedics reached the scene, they found a large shard of glass in her chest. It was assumed she died from blood loss and there was nothing that could've been done. The drunk driver got away with a slap on the wrist. He was only given a year or two. Not nearly enough time for manslaughter and drunk driving. 

When I first discovered what happened, I couldn't believe it. I begged, cried and sobbed, wanting to see my parents again. But they wouldn't let me. The sight of two corpses would've been too much for an eight year old boy to witness. But I had evidence of their deaths since it was on the news briefly. 

With no carers available, I was handed over to an orphanage. For the first time in my life, I was terrified. I didn't know anyone there while they all knew each other. I felt like an outcast despite me having no parents much like the rest of the kids in the orphanage. For days, I questioned how I'd survive this. Luckily, I didn't need an answer. 

A week after I was handed to the orphanage, my mother's sister, Jenny, came along. She spent the past week looking for me so she could adopt me. Said it's what my mom would've wanted. So... From that point on, I became apart of my aunt's family. Her late husband had died of old age which left her alone with me and her two daughters, Sofia, the youngest of us, and Rebecca, the oldest. 

Sofia was quick to warm up to me, making sure I felt welcomed. At first, I found her eagerness unsettling but in time, I grew to cherish it after the wonders it did for me. As for Rebecca... She was more stern and rude. I wanted to get closer to her, but she preferred being alone and isolating herself from everyone else. Though her remarks were often directed more towards me than anyone else. 

My life began to get better from there. I had a new family, one that loved me and cared for me and I returned the love. It was thanks to my aunt that I was able to get into University and study music. 

You might wonder why I'm documenting all of these past memories in this journal. Well... The doctors say that writing all my personal thoughts and feelings down might help me recover from the traumatic experience of losing my parents. Though... I don't suppose I needed to include that if I'm not expecting anyone to read this. Then again, the doctor did say one day, I could publish this book once I decided I didn't need this anymore. Perhaps I'll do that. 

Everything was going good in my life. 

Until that man came along... 

Until he took them from me...