In the blink of an eye...

The Start of The End

November 23 2022 8:48 am
I wake up and turn off my alarm, I can never remember to turn the thing off during holiday vacations. You'd think that being 16 and a junior in high school I'd eventually remember when holiday breaks are. I stretch and sit up in bed. I take a moment to wake up completely before I put my feet in my slippers and my arms in my robe. With that done I finally go into the hallway and head down the stairs. As usual I'm the first one up. Since my mom died three years ago it's just been me Katie, my dad Steven, and the fraternal twins Silvia and Jamie. The last three of which relied on me to keep us on a normal day to day schedule.
So I decide to start making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. With the coffee brewing and the food cooking I sat down. As I did this my little sister Silvia came into the kitchen with a huge yawn and stretch. "Good morning Sliver Bella." I say smiling. She blinks takes her glasses off to clean them she rolled her eyes then plopped them back on her face and sat down.
"Morning Kat aren't I to old for that nickname?" She asks saying it like she was 40 or something instead of barely being 13.
"No, no I do not. Especially considering the fact that you still call me Kat." I say smoothing her hair back kissing her temple. She always acted like she hated any and all affection when truthfully she loved it. I checked the food and made her a plate. I even gave her some decaf coffee and sat her hazel nut creamer beside it. "Eat Sliver Bella." I scolded gently when she just stared at the plate. She nodded and began to eat.
Jamie woke up next, thanks to the smell of the food I was cooking. I chuckled at the matching holiday pjs we all wore. "Morning Jamie, bacon and pancakes are on the stove, no cofee till after you eat and take your meds." Jamie absiently nodded as he made his plate and got his meds down. I got his orange juice and sat it in his spot. Jamie had a seizure disorder and he took pills everytime he ate a meal. Jamie dropped a kiss on my cheek and flopped down to eat. I smiled at them both and said "I'm going to wake dad, he didnt make it to bed till late." My smile becoming harder to keep up the lie.
Steven Selling was 46 but looked much older since moms illness took a lot out of him. I walked into his home office with a cup of strong black coffee to hopefully make up for waking him when I knew how much he hated being up early. Said it gave him to much time to think.
I walk over to him slowly and begin to try to shake him awake, but when I touched him I realizedthat he was cold. Not just a normal chill I would've caught in the winter. I dropped the cup of coffe spilling it and burning my feet with the hot coffee and cutting them with the broken mug.
I scream when I see the blood on his desk, and I know it's to late. He's gone. I yell for Jamie to call an ambulance and the cops all while already knowing he was gone. I look at his right hand where his gun lay then quickly looked to the left and in his hand was a peace of paper. A note. I read it and I saw red the rage building quicker then I'd ever know it to.
He did this to himself. Knowing I wasn't 18 and couldn't be legally responsible of caring for them. We'd be separated.