be my queen [helena bonham carter]

zero [black cats]

The chair squeaked underneath my feet. My sweaty palms running against the wood. I nervously put my fingers to my mouth and started frantically biting my nails.

This wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair for anyone. No one really cared. It was painful. They were cancelling the biggest programme on TV. My favourite programme.

I'm not really a TV person, but if it involved my favourite actor, or it was my favourite programme, I was all for it.

I removed the wooden chair from the lounge, and shoved it back over to the dining room.

I peered up at the clock. 9:46PM. Mom and Dad should have been home 46 minutes ago...

I nervously bit my lip. I yanked my phone from my jeans, and switched it on. No missed calls, no messages, no nothing.

Strange.

There was a knock at the door. I turned around and faced the door. Maybe it's Mom and Dad back from their meeting.

I ran over to the door, trying so hard not to slip with my socks on.

I reached the door and yanked it open. A cop stood there. His eyes staring at me. I gulped.

"Are you Abigail Smith?" He asked. I nodded my head slowly. "Can you come down to the station please."

I nodded again, this time, more briskly.

I slowly stood out the apartment door and closed the door behind me, locking it in the process.

"Am I in trouble? Officer my Mom and Dad-," I started.

"It's about your Mom and Dad." The officer said quickly.

I followed him downstairs and outside.

His bright yellow vest illuminated him in the moonlight.

I hoped into his car and we drove away.

•••

Silence. Nobody said a word. 10 minutes of silence. Dull boring silence.

I peeked out the window of the car. The street lights making the road visible. I caught a glimpse of a cat, a black cat. Black cats mean bad luck...

•••

We pulled into the station, the wheels screeching to a stop once inside. He opened the door and I climbed out. My converses squealing across the cold concrete ground. I dragged my feet along.

We sat in a room. A small room, a table, seat for two. I gulped. He held up a picture. "Recognise this?" He said.

It was of my parents car. The car was busted, dented. The windows were smashed. Blood spread across the dashboard. I gasped.

I held my hand to my mouth. I let the tears trickle down my cheeks onto the table. "I'm sorry," he said, "Your parents were found dead."

The world stopped. Everything went black. My vision blurred, my hearing went funny, I could hear a constant voice in my head, screaming at me. Constant vision flowing through my head. Mom, Dad in the car and then...