Maybe I should switch sides... Yes, that's better. This wall is darker, much more suiting. Now close my eyes. Why am I thinking about today, should I be? I don't believe I could have done anything to help. How is it my fault? It's not, she was already dead. The fast responder said she was dead on impact. Why am I not sad? I should be, I know I should - she is... was my mother after all. Must be the shock.
Dad hasn't left their room since he got back, I didn't hear him cry, he hasn't cried in front of me, I always thought that he was appearing as a strong father figure, but even I understand that now is the time he should be here - with me. This is when he should comfort me, even though I don't feel the need for it, that is the right thing to do. I don't blame him for not being here though, we understand each other, we always have. In some ways, he is like a broken clock that is still ticking, just not on time.
It took a couple hours to fall asleep. I didn't think it would be right to go to school tomorrow, but still, I'd rather be sharp tomorrow than not. Time must have been around 2 o'clock when I heard the shot. Five seconds passed as I was unable to move a thing.. the second shot came just seconds after.
I didn't call the police - they were here not longer than half an hour after the gunshots. We live 20 minutes from the nearest city, there weren't a living soul for miles. He apparently killed himself. When I asked them about the second gunshot the response I got was:
- "What second gunshot?"
I would bet that question was never mentioned in my statement. It all just made more sense this way. A man loses his wife in a tragic car accident, later that day takes his own life.
After they sat me down with their ^damage control^ psychiatrist, I was put on a train, without my say - because why would a minor have a say in what happens to him. They sent me to the other end of the country: where my grandmother lived. She and my dad had never gotten along, ever since he married my mother. I have never even met her, but whenever my father had tried to make contact with her, the conversation had ended with a smashed phone. Officer gave me an address and supposedly had contacted my grandmother.
The train ride took forever and finding grandmothers home was a bigger challenge than it should have been. Now that I finally located it I was on the other side of an enormous gate. I had never imagined my grandmother having a fortune.
I walked through the doors next to the gates and moved towards noise coming from the terrace just around the corner.
- it is done. The boy should be here any moment now. - silhouette of a man was the only thing I could see.
- well done. Now the real challenge begins, this time we have to get it right. - with that the woman got up and got into the house, man went right after.
