Little Star

Help?

I must have cried for ages, tears soaked my cheeks and we'r still coming, the only thing I know for sure is that I've cried for a long time because my voice was getting hoarse and my throat was scratchy.

My face hardened my brown eyes turning cold. Whoever did this will pay!

I stood up sharply causing my vision to get black dots in it from the lack of blood. My head felt dizzy but I ignored the feeling and walked forward to my parents room. Inside it looked the same as it always did, the sheets were on the bed nicely with my mother's favorite white blanket with black polka dots on the end of the bed.

I grabbed the blanket and dragged across the house and placed it over my mother's body.

They will pay.

I walked back to my room, it seemed normal. It made me sick to think about the known chaos outside, yet my room is sitting here as if it's another normal day.

I grind my teeth move into my bathroom. My blood stains the floor in huge spots. Matches the outside chaos, but isn't the same... this was my doing. My note is still there. A note that wouldn't be read.

I scanned the whole room, where was the razor? I frantically opened all my drawers moving things aside hoping to come across the razor.

Nothing. It was nowhere to be found.

I scramble to my feet and rush to the living room. My eyes frantically scan every corner and place in the room.

I have to find that razor. Come on come on where is it? I check near my mom the blanket still covering her. I rush over to my dad, nothing there either.

I turn my head to Mason finding the razor next to his scattered body.

I grab the razor. Finally! I raise the razor up in the air and walk over to the trash can dropping it in.

I won't be needing that anymore.

I walked back over to the ladder next to my dad. I slowly climb the ladder afraid of falling off. Once I reached the top I reach up and pull the rope off of the fan and careful walk down the steps and place the rope gently down along with my dad's body.

I jump off the last step and go back to my parents' room. I go to the closet in the back corner and grab two blankets from the top shelf, that I could only reach by going up on the tip of my toes.

I drag the blankets back over to the living room carefully placing the blankets over both my father and brother.

I take a step back and look around the room again.

Why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

Tears well up in my eyes and begin to fall again. Slow for only a second then flowing rapidly. I'll never get past this. It will always haunt me.

Ding dong!

I jump tears still falling from my eyes. I wipe them away only for them to be replaced by fresh tears.

I roll my feet over to the front door. My shaky hand reaches for the knob and turns. I pull back slowly scared to see anyone at a moment like this.

The police.

While I should be relieved that they will help me I can't help but feel afraid.

"We're hear because we got a call saying there was ear shattering screams from this house. Mind if we come in?"

"Uhh... sure." I spoke shakily pulling the door all the way open so they could come in. Each of them step in guns out scanning my house.

I follow them scared of what they'll think. As they enter the living room they pause at the sight.

"Oh my god..." One of them speak turning around to face me. He drops his gun and raises his hand to his mouth.

Even though they can't see the bodies they can see the blood covering the room. In blobs, splatters and messages.

The head officer walks forward to the blanket covering my mom. She raises it up and pulls it off.

She sees the beaten, bruised and cut body staring into her with dead eyes.

"The weapon appears to be a small razor blade," she says as she pick up Mom's arm and inspects the cuts on her skin.

I raise my hand to my mouth. Oh god no. My razor. I glance to the trash can knowing it was in there. Should I try covering it up.

I look at the officers and then back at the trash can. I can't do it, not now.

She leaves the blanket on the floor and lifts the blanket over Dad.

"Hung." Was all she said flicking the rope around his neck.

Finally she moves the last blanket away revealing what was left of my brother, "Cut to pieces," she raises an arm and looks at the cut made to separate it from the rest of the body parts,"possibly with the same blade as the mother. "

All officers don't move they just stand in place, frozen looking around the place as if they haven't seen anything like it. Don't blame them, they probably haven't seen something like it.

"Everyone check the rest of the house for clues or people that may be hiding. "

At once everyone started moving around my house, putting things in bags, taking swabs of things that look suspicious and looking for the razor the head officer kept talking about.

I walk up to two officers talking about where the weapon could be and tap on one of their shoulders. They turn around and glare at me as if this could be what stops them from finding the murderer.

"Uh, sorry but what am I going to do now?" I asked feeling small in their presence.

"Oh don't worry about it, we'll figure out what to do with you soon." They immediately turn their shoulders at me and carry on their conversation as if I don't exist.

I walk away. I already felt small and these officers aren't helping. No one is trying to talk or help me. It's as if I don't exist to any of them.

I just need help.