Shots Fired

Chapter 3

I packed my suitcase getting ready to leave for Austins apartment. I'm glad I had Austin to live with if I had to be put in foster care I don't know what I would do even though I'm just a year away from turning eighteen. "Are you ready?" Austin yelled to me from downstairs. "Yea just give me a few more minutes." I yelled back. I picked up a picture frame with my mom and dad in it. Just yesterday morning they were alive and now their dead. I went downstairs stopping by the room of my parents, I wanted to go in but I don't want to face the reality of them being gone. Austin took my bags and put them in the car when I reached the bottom of the steps. I looked at the floor which was stained red from the blood. I now understand when someone says everything happened so fast that it was all a blur. I got in the car waiting for us to leave for Austin's place which was almost three hours away. I plugged my head phones in and turned on my music I couldn't stand to sit in the car for three hours without anyone talking. I starred out the window when realization hit me so hard it felt like I was being stabbed. My parents will never see me grow up, my dad will never be able to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. They'll never be able to celebrate another birthday, they'll never see me accomplish anything. I'll never be able to celebrate their birthday instead we'll be celebrating the anniversary of the day they died. "We're here." Austin said as he turned off his car parking in front of an apartment building. I got my bags out of the car and dragged them through the lobby to the fourth floor. Austin and I stopped in front of a door numbered 138. I was surprised by how nice the place looked. He had books stacked on a shelf he always loved reading, he would read any type of book. "You'll stay in here." Austin said pointing to a room from across the bathroom. "Thanks." I said walking into the room. The walls were white with posters of his favorite movies. The room was nothing special but it was good for staying at until I could live on my own. I unpacked my bags putting stuff in drawers, I hated hanging stuff up because I could never keep them hanging up in the closet they always end up on the floor or a drawer. "Thank you for letting me stay with you." I said. "It's no big deal really I'm not going to let you live by yourself." "Thank you." I said hugging him again. "Can I take a shower I brought my own stuff with me." "You don't have to ask to take a shower just go right ahead." "Okay." I walked to the bathroom locking the door behind me. I turned the water on and grabbed a towel laying it next to the shower. I got in letting the hot water hit my skin. It felt nice to just stand in the shower, it was relaxing. I wish the water could wash away the pain and memories like it does with the dirt on your body. But when you think about it, the pain and memories make us the person we will grow up to be, it makes us human.