Lost and Found

Chapter 2

I shrieked.

Tears started rolling down my face. My next door neighbors Mr. and Mrs Huddleston came rushing in.

"Is everything ok-. Oh my god. Dave call the police!" Mrs. Huddleston yelled at her husband.  He quickly dialed 911. "Rosalinda listen to me. Its going to be okay."

I couldn't stop staring at my parents. She grabbed my face and forced me to look at her. "Don't look over there. Its okay, everythings going to b-."

I cut her off screaming. "NO ITS NOT! EVERYTHING IS NOT GOING TO BE OKAY!" I tried running to my parents but she grabbed me by my waist. "NO LET ME GO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I started to punch and kick her. I was clawing at her hands trying to make her let go off me. "I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME! MOMMY! DADDY! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME! I LOVE YOU! I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD AND FOLLOW THE RULES! IM SORRY!" I buried my face in Mrs.Huddlestons neck mumbling over and over, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

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It was the day after I found my parents. The police and ambulance had arrived and my parents were officially dead. They were murdered and the police said they were going to do everthing in their power to try and find the guy who did it but I knew they were just saying that. It was almost impossible that they would be able to find the guy who did it. There were no leads, no trails, evidence or suspects,  just a whole lot of blood. I had been inconsolable.  I had been crying and screaming. No one could understand what I was saying and hen suddenly I just stopped. No was understanding me so I just stopped talking. The tears streamed down my face but I was silent. Mrs. Huddleston kept asking me if I was okay but all I did was nod.

Mr. and Mrs. Huddleston let me stay with them and their son. I went straight to the guest room and just layed there, staring at the ceiling. they attempted to talk to me multiple times but I just wouldn't speak. I found no reason to. They didn't know what I was going through. They would never understand.

At the end of the day I realized I couldn't stay there anymore. Their son kept on coming into my room asking me to play with him and his action figures. Then they kept knocking on the door asking me if I was okay. I know they're just trying to help but nothing they do can make me feel better. So I pack up the things they brought to their house for me and sneak out the window.

I get on a bus with the little money I had left and set on my journey to a new life where no one knew me.