I'll Take Care of You

Prolouge

Epilouge

It started a long time ago. I was only five, my brother eight. We were really close, especially because I wasn't very good at making friends.

One day I just came home from school, and saw him hit her. I didn't know what was happening, all I could understand was that daddy was mad and mommy was crying. My brother was next to me, staring at them with his mouth open. I think that he understood what was happening a little bit better than I did, but not quite enough to know that something was seriously wrong.

It lasted for a long time. It became a normal routine for us, coming home and hearing them yell and scream and fight. Eventually my brother, Jason, seemed to get it more and started to make me go to my room and stay there right after school. I could still hear them though. I would wrap blakets around my head, trying to drown out the sounds, but it never worked.

Then, when I was seven and Jason ten we came home and didn't hear anything at all. Jason told me to go upstairs, but I wouldn't. Even being seven I could tell that something was wrong, there was this really weird vibe in the house.

Jason was downstairs, looking for them, thinking I was in my room. I was on the main floor though, walking around and calling out softly, "Mommy? Daddy?"

I found her in the kitchen. She was on the floor, dead, a butcher knife plunged into her stomach. I think that I screamed because soon Jason was next to me, his arms around me, and he was crying too, we both were, on the floor, next to our dead mother.

Then Jason got really, really mad. He leaped up, leaving me alone and started to scream. "DAD! DAD!"

No answer.

I got up and followed him, seeing my second dead body of the day. He was on the floor too, in his work office, a gun in his limp, cold hand and a bullet through his brain.

So, that was how our parents died. We didn't tell anyone about it. We weren't sure how, we didn't want to get taken away somewhere and possibly seperated. So we stayed in the house ourselves. Jason and I moved the bodies and threw them in the creek outside in the backyard.

We thought that we would always be alone, with just the two of us. But we were wrong...