All I could remember was my mom screaming and I was in my mothers room. She was no longer moving or breathing, and she was covered in blood. I looked over at my father beside her also not moving, and covered in blood.
I was in shock I didn't know what to do. I broke down and cried, and cried, and cried. My body shook violently and my sobs grew louder until I think I fell asleep in the bed with my parents.
I came back to earth when I heard someone knocking on the door. I went to open it and saw police officers standing there. That's when I realized what had happened, and that I was covered in my parents blood. I had no idea how long I was laying in my parents bed with them.. covered in their blood, crying.
"We've gotten a call that there were screams and cries coming from this house." I didn't realize until then, but most of the cries and screams were probably from me.
"Yes. Someone killed my parents." I exclaimed to the police officers.
I didn't realize how suspicious this must've looked. I was covered in their blood and I was so in shock I forgot to call the police. They told me to show me where and asked me a million questions. I didn't really know anything, which didn't make me look any better.
"So you are telling me you do not remember anything? You just appeared in your parents room and they were not alive? And you sat there for hours without calling anyone?" He questioned me accusingly.
"I'm sorry that's all I know, and I was in shock. I forgot." Which was probably not the best thing to say. I forgot to call. Stupid me.
People were rushing in and out of my house until finally my parents were taken out on stretchers in body bags and I couldn't help but let out a cry.
I was beginning to worry. I could become a major suspect for this. I could not remember anything. Just my mother scream, and I was in her room with her dead body. That's what I told the police. What if I did do that. What if it was like the other incident. I began panicking more and an officer looked at me suspiciously. I wish they were still here. I couldn't deal with this.
They questioned me about everything and anything. Then they found the information on the last incident, and that's when it happened. I was a suspect for my parents murder. It didn't take long for the town to find out. That's when people were freaked out from me. You think people would be a little more careful with someone that is a suspect in a murder.
They never had enough evidence to arrest me, so it was basically dropped. The police suggested that I get help which made the town crazy and the rumours spread more. I was given therapy and medication for the sleep walking. I thought that since I was never arrested that people would believe I didn't do it, although they all believe the opposite.
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This Is My Life
Teen FictionI'll wake up and I won't be here. I'll be away from this blood stained bathroom floor. Away from the pain and guilt. My plans will take me away. Away from the memories and haunting nightmares.