The Boy

Sometimes I think I should have been the one killed. I can see myself laying on the ground, motionless, with holes in my body. Lifeless. Dead. Then I met him, my family's killer. Everything happens for a reason, right? Looking back at myself, I think of how stupid I was. I was so in love with the idea of loving again that I fell for him. That monster. He had done something unforgivably wrong and I wanted him to pay for it.

The day started off like any other day. School, then volley ball practice. After that, I headed home to see my loving mother, caring father, and annoying little sister. As I make my way from practice, I have a strange feeling that something is waiting for me at home. It is my birthday of course. I open the door to my home and it is not what I was expecting. No balloons or cake or even friends. But my family was there. Motionless. Bleeding. Dead.

My mother is bleeding from her chest as if she had no fight with the intruder. My father, his strong hands are covered in blood. The fragile child laying in the middle of the room didn't even have a chance of surviving. I cant help but think that if I was here, then maybe I could have helped. Saved them. But I wasn't there for them. I look around the room to find the wall covered in blood most likely from my father. Then I see him. The murderer. The one who completely has torn me apart.

He takes off in a fast bolt to the door. He runs out and I only catch a glimpse of his flashing green eyes and black hooded jacket. I pick up the phone and call 911, I tell them what has happened. They tell me to stay put. I look down at my little sister. She was always so annoying but she didn't deserve this, no one did. I wonder how the man came in and why. Why would anyone want to hurt such innocent people? The sound of sirens surround my house and I close my eyes so I can remember this day forever. Believe me, I did.

Police sit around me trying to figure out what this man looked like. I can only say that it wasn't a man, it was a boy. He had electrifying green eyes and was medium weight with a back hoodie on. I saw something else in that boy. When he ran by I felt a cold breeze, but it wasn't just any cold breeze. It was bigger than any human could ever make. It made me take a few steps back, but I wasn't going to tell them that. They would think I was crazy. They tell me to grab my belongings and go with them. I grab most of my stuff, especially a picture of me and my family. Taken only a few days ago. I realize where they are taking me by the time we show up. An orphanage. Well this is just great, life as an orphan, doesn't this always end well.

I walk into the old building and my eyes are immediately glued to the boy sitting in the corner with hair covering his face. I felt like I had seen him before. His slender body stands up and makes its way to what I am assuming is his room. The extremely over weight cop shows me the orphanage director, Mrs.Calibre. As she leads me to my room, I cant help but notice that the boys door is all scratched up. The director leads me into a lavender room with a bed the color of honey. To be an orphanage, it is kind of nice. Kind of like staying in a hotel, but I know I'm going to be here longer than anyone on vacation.

Mrs.Calibre has left me to unpack all my things into the drawers. My mind keeps wandering back to the boy who killed my family and then to the boy in the corner. Like my mind is playing scenes from my  life over and over, like a movie in repeat. That is when there is a knock at my door. Mrs.Calibre stands there with a spoon covered in some kind of cheese. I guess this means dinner time. I step into the kitchen and all eyes are on me.

"Stop staring at her, this is Danielle Evergreen. Everyone say hello to Danielle," says Mrs. Calibre. I get a bored and dreaded hello from everyone at the table. Except the boy, I only get a stare. The first thing I notice about him is his eyes. They are very familiar, a bright and lively blue. I just cant place my finger on it. He seems to have some interest in me, but I'm not here to flirt, I never even wanted to be here in the first place.