Death Drove Me Closer To The devil

A white rose

The sky was a frigid dark, it was another night spent all alone in my house, in my head. My guardians had left me once again to enjoy the sweet money that was rightfully mine . I had never felt so alone , so invisible to everyone and everything . It was like I didnt exist .I hadnt always felt like this, it all started a week after my family was brutally murdered.
When I had turned five my family and I had been playing hide and seek in our two story home. My secret hide out was the bottom stairwell leading to the living room . When out of nowhere I hear a ringing in my ear. There had been smoke everywhere making it impossible to see what was happening. I was trying to get out of the small room but I couldn't I was stuck and the door was jammed . When I took off the top part of the skirtboard I was finally able to see . There was a guy with a black mask on, he was holding a white katana with a silver and white case . His moves were sharp and fast, easy and steady like cutting butter. He was hard to see even with all the smoke fading away.
That's when I saw both my parents held captive, both not fighting. When the man in the mask shook his katana above their necks and cut them so fast with in seconds they were bursting blood . They couldn't see me but I saw everything. At last I caught my sister's movements , she was running towards our parents until she stopped and realized there was more than one guy. She stopped and looked my direction knowing well I was there . Aware that she was going to be killed she looked into my hazel eyes and signed with her lips the last words that I cant forget till this day,
" Verteidige die schwachen und sei die starke, die besiegt " .
I didnt know what she had meant, she spoke in a different language and I didnt know until after 10 years .
That wasnt the only thing that happened than and there . After the second man in a white mask came from behind my sister she read his moves like a childs book. He slid his katana against my sister trying to reach her throat but she somehow dodged it and he cut his wrist that had been exposed when she deflected his move. And still I was speechless and useless , patrafied by fear I stayed quite and watched. She gave me a slight taste of hope but it was gone before I could enjoy it . It was too late they both cornered her at the same time leaving her stuck with nothing to do . He grabbed her neck and with one twist he cut her. Her face as pale as a white snow. Blood running down her neck, he finally dropped her small body to the floor . It felt like she knew this would happen, I looked at her for the last time, her gorgeous ocean eyes filled the room with sorrow and pain. On the ground she layed unable to so anything but bleed to death.
At last she was at rest her face with drops of blood everywhere, a puddle of dark red blood.
They spoke in german, screaming and running. They left in seconds realizing that the police where on their way . And still, I remember that tattoo that had been cut in half, a white rose.
*A couple years later*
It's been almost ten years since than and it feels colder than ever . I still havent found my parents murders but I know I shouldn't had been alive . I too was suppose to die that day. Nothing had made sense that day and yet the years have gone by and I have been living with my foster guardians.

*TO BE CONTINUED*