When they Whisper

Scarlets Tragedy

Scarlet was drawing in her sketch book and I looked over her shoulder. She was drawing a picture of people sleeping together. I couldn't tell who it was because she pulled it to her chest and looked at me.

"I can't draw when people look over my shoulder." She blushes when she said that. I noticed our faces were really close to each other and I blushed as well. She put her sketch book beside her and turned her whole body around.

Scarlets POV
I just...No stop thinking that... Screw it. I'm a teenager. I have a little freedom.

Vincent's POV
She touched my face. Again her warm touch and her soft hands made me flinch. Every time.

She moved her face closer to mine. I thought she was going to boop my nose again. Her nose went beside mine and I felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes wide. I slowly closed my eyes and pulled her closer to me.

I ended up flipping over the couch, while kissing her. We finally pulled away breathing heavily. We still had our noses touching.

The phone rang and we both looked up. She jumped up and picked the phone.

Her face went from happy to a sad face. She covered her mouth and started crying.

She fell to the floor holding her mouth while silently weeping. The phone was still up to her ear as if the person on the other line was still talking.

She finally put the phone back on charge and hugged me. "M-My parents..." She said. What was wrong with her parents. I felt like it was kindergarten again but she was having trouble telling me why she was crying.

"Hey. What's wrong with your parents? Are they hurt?" She looked up at me and her crying turned into heavy sobs. She buried her face in my shirt and finally started to talk.

"My... My parents... W-were m-murdered." She wept. I felt a pit in my stomach grow. I had no clue how to comfort her. Now she has to deal with having no parents. We sat on the couch and she cried until her eyes were to dry to create anymore tears.

I got her some water and she said "I want to go to my house. Before the cops get there." I looked at her like she was crazy. If we went in there, we turn into automatic suspects. Hey, her parents just DIED.

I shrugged my shoulders and went to put on my shoes. She quickly followed. As we went out the door, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I look at her and gave her a weak smile. I squeezed back and continued walking to her house.

We got to her door step. She reached for the door knob but hesitated. After a while she opened up the door and walked in.

We went into the kitchen and saw nothing but knifes lined up on the counter. We turn around and see the most horrific thing.

Her parents were tied to the wall, blind-folded. The arms and legs were tied, strapped, so tight that it cut off the circulation to there hands and feet. There was deep gashes all over there body and the words written above them, in their own blood,"You should have never ..." The rest was to bloody and smudged to read. We could see knifes that were thrown around them, and the ones that had finally killed them. The mother had a knife in her throat and fore head. The fathers went into the belly and that was it.

Scarlet was trying to hold back tears, for she had already lost so many today. I hugged her and looked at the adults on the wall.

For some reason I felt this, sensation inside. Like it was funny seeing her parents dead. I was thinking of that song that has the lyrics:

"I'm the type of guy that thinks it's funny when your mad.

I'm the type of guy that smiles at a funeral."

Why was I feeling this way? It wasn't right! I had to stop myself. I tried to stop a smile appear on my face. Only a slight smirk came in my face. It was to small to notice. What relief.

We head back to my place and I wondered how she knew her parents were murdered.

"Hey um, Scarlet, I know it's tough right now but, how did you know your parents were murdered?" I asked, sitting on the couch. She turned and looked at me then at the floor.

"The phone call was from the killer. He had a voice changer so I couldn't tell you who it was." She said, looking like she was going to cry again at the thought of the memory.

"If it makes you feel better, you can stay the night as long as you want" I explained. She looked at me and she weekly smiled. She nodded and hugged me again.