Serial Killer X Lachlan; a Minilan fanfiction (On hold)

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TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter will contain details of murder scenes

Simon's POV:

After finishing my lunch, I pushed the tray aside and opened the blank notebook and fresh pack of markers that Lachlan had brought me. I flicked through the memories in my mind, trying to decide where to start. I grabbed a red marker and wrote down any details I could remember from my parents murder. If I write them in the order that they happened, then maybe I can link some of the details, or even the inconsistencies.

I wrote the details from the morning, remembering that my parents had been wanting to plan a trip to visit my brothers and how I remembered that being different since my parents had never really planned spontaneous trips so quickly, everything was always planned weeks in advance before we went anywhere. They had wanted to take me to see my brothers to celebrate my birthday, which at the time sounded convincing, but after returning home to the deadly scene that will never leave my mind, I'm stuck being confused yet again about why they wanted to leave so soon without planning.

I remember going to a restaurant with Chris and Manny for an early birthday celebration. We went out around 6pm and I returned home around 9pm. We had been there catching up since after high school we didn't get the chance to just hang out as much. We had been talking about Manny's new girlfriend, Chris's new job, and I told them about the possible vacation to England. I remember them also being shocked that my parents had wanted to take a trip so quickly without proper planning.

It had been a really fun night, except that I had this weird gut feeling that something was wrong all night. When I had returned home that night and saw the door open, I remembered feeling hyper aware of everything, how loudly the gate creaked and how cold the breeze felt. My heart pounded hard with every step I had taken towards the door. I remember the house being dead silent when I walked in until I heard coughing from the kitchen. I remember the horrified feeling I had as I saw my mum laying on the kitchen floor coughing blood up with a knife sticking out of her chest.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember anything in the surroundings I had missed by being absorbed in trying to stop my mum from bleeding out. One of the windows in the house had been open, Not being in a panic from the situation was allowing me to see things from a different perspective and take in the surroundings. Looking in the pantry where I had found my father, I noticed there was no blood splatter, meaning he had been shot in a different room, I hadn't noticed that at the time.

The fact that my mum was still alive, and that the cops were just arriving meant that the crime couldn't have taken place too long before I had gotten home, but this just leaves me with more questions than before. Was someone after my parents? Were my parents trying to get away from Australia because of something deeper than just wanting to see my siblings? Did the person or people who killed my parents know I would be home soon?

Something else I noticed now that I hadn't at the time was that the door knob was sticky, but with what? The police had immediately assumed that I had killed them, which I can see why. I hadn't been the one to call them and I was covered in blood, but I had alibis and I was crying and disoriented throughout the whole situation. I continued to write down everything that was coming to my head as I remembered and reflected on the situation, wanting answers that I didn't truthfully know if they would ever be answered.

I thought back to the interrogation with the police. They had asked where I had been during the time of the murder and if I had any alibis. They questioned everything from the past month, asking if my parents had any enemies or someone who would want to hurt them. They also asked if I had anyone who would want revenge on me. I gave them any information I could, I didn't resist, knowing if I did it would just make me more suspicious. I was scared and was experiencing the loss of my parents alone. I remember panicking about my brothers and wondering if they knew what had happened, or if they would blame me too.