The Murder That Changed Me Forever

Chapter 1

I wake up screaming, looking around. By then I realized it was just another nightmare. But for the past three weeks it has been the same nightmare. A dreadfully awful nightmare. One that I know will never go away. How could it go away? Why did I have to witness the murder of the two most important people in my life... the ones I love the most in this world, my parents? While I just lay under my bed, hoping that no one will look for and find me. After all I am the real target, I will always be the real target. I am so selfish for just sitting there and doing nothing. I regret just sitting there while it happened. I should have done something to save my parents.

The murderer is still trying to find me and that's why I am put under the protection of the government of the United States of America. If they or he finds me they will certainly do their best to kill me as slow as possible, and hopefully they would get caught after that.

It is my fault my parents came to my room that night. I had snuck out three weeks prior to the murder to hang out with my boyfriend Greg. It was the worst mistake of my life. My parents only found out when my ex-best friend ratted me out. I still can't believe she had done that. I could have told on her so many times for doing that, but did I? No I didn't, because I am a true friend. So my parents started checking in on me every night since then and it had gotten very annoying. But hey, in the end, I did deserve it. But I didn't deserve them getting murdered. If only I had gone with that man, then they would be here. I may have ended up dead, but at least they would be alive and happy.

***********************************************************************************************The Flash Back

I hear my parents in the doorway to my room. They are talking in quiet voices, as if not to wake me.

"Do you really think she is asleep?" My mom whispered to my dad in a questioning tone.

"I doubt it, but there is no way she is leaving this house without triggering the alarm system, and remember I had her windows bolted shut," my dad told my mother in a hushed tone.

So that is why I can't get my windows open. This is unbelievable. How am I supposed to get fresh air in here on the hot stuffy days of the summer? I heard something in the kitchen that instantly got my attention. It was the sound of glass shattering, perhaps the window? Or maybe it was a cup that the stupid cat knocked over. She tends to do that a lotWas that the kitchen window shattering. No, how could someone do that? After all it is reinforced glass. If someone did do it, how could they not have set the alarm off. But my parents didn't fully realize that I really was awake and heard the noise coming from the kitchen.

" What was that?" my mother asked my father clearly scared and worried.

" The cat probably knocked over another glass that Jessica left on the table, I'll go check it out. You just go to bed," my dad replied in a quick response, almost as if it was a defense to say that, to try and keep my mother calm.

My parents were about to walk out of my room to go to bed, when I heard the sound of a gun being fired- it was high pitched and kind of quiet. Like a sniper's gun, I had recognized it from the amount of shows I watched that had snipers in them- I had just begun to realize that my mom had been shot, and was falling to the floor. Within seconds my dad was shot and fell to the floor with a huge thud. As they fell to the floor I followed my flight instinct, and silently crawled under my bed as quickly and quietly as I could. This is what my parents told me to do if anything like this ever happened. Why is this happening? It makes no sense. Who would want to do this to my family? Why mine specifically? I mean they could have targeted someone else. Maybe it's because we are rich. Maybe it's someone who swore revenge on us. But who in their righteous mind is that crazy to do something like this? I could still hear the shallow, slowing breaths of my mom and dad. I swear I could hear them mumble something under their breath but I couldn't quite make it out. It almost sounded as if they said, " We love you, Jess."