Shots Fired

Chapter 2

I heard the sirens get closer, I ran outside for them to find the right place even though I knew they wouldn't miss it. Police men got out of their cars running up to my house, three men went inside while two stayed out with me to get information. I calmed down a little bit but when I had to explain I lost it all over again. "Miss, can you tell me what happened?" "Yea, sure." I stuttered. The two men took out a notepad and pen. They looked up at me until I spoke. "Well, I was downstairs with my dad and someone knocked on the door my father looked through the peep hole and yelled at me to hide so I ran to the kitchen pantry. I didn't know if my dad knew him or not because he let him in and told him that he didn't want any trouble. I opened the door a little bit so I could see what happened, and then he shot my dad twice in the head. I didn't see his face because he wore all black, he looked about my age from his weight and body structure if that makes any sense. Then my mom came running downstairs and." I choked up trying to hold back the tears until I was finished talking. "She came down stairs and he shot her three times in the chest and once in the head. I don't know if he was a robber just looking for money, or their was unfinished business he had with my parents. When he ran down the stairs with a bag full of jewelry and whatever he could find that was worth something I ran to my parents and they were dead, they are dead." I could no longer stop myself from crying, their dead their really dead. I don't believe this is happening I refuse to believe that this is real. This has to be a dream that I have not yet woken up from. I did that trick where people pinch themselves and they wake up in their bed and everything is okay, but nothing happened I was still standing outside my house and my parents still laid dead on the floor with their blood drowning the floor. I still had blood on my clothes and hands, I wanted to throw up I was covered in my parents blood. I paced back and forth processing about what just happened. My house was surrounded by curious neighbors and cops. I looked over and a woman was running over to me with a man following behind carrying a camera. News reporters. Don't they know that it's hard enough to tell the story about what happened once to the police who can actually help, but telling someone who just wants to share the news to everyone in America. I was a mess I didn't want to be presented to the world with blood that covered me. I never thought that when the day I was on the news would be about this, I always thought that I would be on the news for doing something important that was worth telling. "Hi, I'm Wendy herring and I'm here with Sophia Park tell us what happened here in your home." The woman didn't even give me a chance to ask me if I wanted to be on the news she just ran up to me and assumed I would be willing to tell everyone about this. I stood there not knowing what to say I didn't want to break down crying on national television. I finally spoke not because they wanted me to but because I hoped the person who murdered my parents in cold blood would see this and realize the pain he caused. "This man he knocked on my door and my dad directed me to hide so I ran to the kitchen pantry as my dad opened the door, I don't know why he did but he just did. Then this man he killed him, just like that he never hesitated he just shot him. He didn't even think about the pain he would cause by doing so he just fired his gun and my dad fell to the floor. My mom then ran downstairs to see what was happening and again without hesitation he killed her to. I wanted to run and protect my parents from this, but I just stood there. He then ran upstairs with a bag and came back down with it full of jewelry, anything valuable." I held back the tears again, one or two escaped but I didn't break down I held myself together. "You witnessed the whole thing." The woman said in shock and sympathy. "Yes ma'am." My voice shook when I spoke. "Did you get a look at his face." The woman actually sounded like a real person instead of a reporter. "No but I could tell he was young." "So you have no idea why this happened?" "No." More tears escaped. "We saw another man in your house, he was pretty shaken up do you know him?" "Yes he's my brother Austin he came back for Christmas break from college." "Well you have it here about the two parents shot and killed in their own home." I could tell she didn't know what else to say so she just wrapped it up. I walked away to go find my brother, he was talking to the cop I talked to give his side of the story. "What a shame, these two kids parents were killed just a week before Christmas." A neighbor said like she didn't even care. I wanted to go up there and slap her but I just kept walking. "Austin." I said when I approached him. The cop walked away to give us some privacy. I hugged Austin, I needed to be held after all this I needed to be comforted and I bet he needed it too. "I'm so sorry." Austin said as he hugged me back. "I should of done something, I should of stopped him." I cried, I never cried this hard before and I felt like I would never be able to stop. "Don't say that! If you hadn't stayed hidden you would've been killed to we lost our parents I can't lose you to." Austin said pulling me away so he could see my face. "I'm sorry you had to come home to this." I said. "I'm sorry you had to witness the whole thing." "I'm just glad you came home when you did, if you came home any earlier you would've been dead to, I don't think I would be able to live if I lost you to."