Ryan

Chapter Two

It felt like somebody had reached up and grabbed my heart and was now squeezing it as hard as they could. The dead look in my Mothers eyes frightened me more than ever. I couldn't see my fathers face for it was hidden behind the bed. The gun inches away from my Mothers hand had hour' old blood on it. Blood covered the old carpet and the walls. A small amount of the blood still oozed from the wound in my Mothers head.

I froze. Staring at the bodies. Not knowing what to do. My hands were now shaking and my heart was still pounding. 

I took a step back. Then another step. Then I was running towards the door leading to outside as fast as my small legs could take me. I reached the door and flung it open running outside barefoot with no coat. The cold winter wind stung at my cheeks. Every time I blinked the horrifying image of them appeared in my mind. 

I continued to run, not caring if I stepped in a cold puddle of water. It had started to sprinkle rain again. I was already blocks away from my house, and then I collapsed scraping my knees on the concrete. Tears started flowing from my eyes. Why? They had never cared for me. Never once had they asked how my day at school was. Never did they get a warm cup of tea while I was ill. Never did they take me to the park to play with the other children. Never. But still, I cried. Still, their dead bodies flashed in my mind. I cried harder.

The wind was picking up now and I was shivering. My tears had started to slow down and my jeans were covered in them. My back was soaked because of the rain so I decided to start walking. I made it to a nearby coffee shop that had a covered porch and I sat on some stairs. I suddenly noticed how hungry I was. I looked around for any opened shops but then realized I had no money. Maybe I could knock on the coffee shop door and ask for food. What would I tell them? That my parents were both dead and I was now homeless? They would either never buy it or just call the police. I had always been scared of the police for no particular reason. 

I decided I shouldn't stay here or somebody would call the police. I remembered one time seeing some homeless men camping out at the post-office, so I decided to go there. I really should have grabbed some things before I left the house. But the more I thought about going back there the more sad and terrified I became. So I decided I would just have to live without my blue blanket. 

Once again I was trudging through the rain and mud. I tried to cover my face with my long black hair so that nobody passing on the street would recognize me. I was positive multiple people had become suspicious after seeing a five-year-old walking around on the street at six o'clock in the morning. But then I realized it was a Wednesday. Children were normally up and heading on there way to school at this time.

I know you're probably thinking 'hey this kid sounds pretty smart to be a five-year-old,' but I was smart. My teacher had been wanting to put me in a special class meant for the smart kids, but I couldn't get my parents to sign the paper for it. 

I tried to show the paper to them multiple times, mostly to my Mother, but she just ignored me. And the one time I tried to get my Father to sign it he shoved me down the stairs into the basement not saying a word. Until finally I just gave up. 

I continued walking in the rain for at least a block more, and then I finally reached the post-office.