Roxy

chapter 4: run [edited]

I fell, shaking uncontrollably as I took in the scene around me.

It seems it was only my dad that was amputated, my mom was still in one piece, but she was shot in the head.

God, why am I talking like this! They're both dead!!!

I looked around the room, other men's bodies littered all over the floor. I looked to my side and found a decapitated man next to me. My heart felt like it was shot with a thousand needles. My entire being froze for a second and I knew I was having a mental breakdown.

"AAAAHHH!!!!" I screamed, pushing myself off the floor. Seconds later, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs.

"No don..." I was too late. Ronan stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the scene around him.

His eyes landed on our parent's bodies and he fell, sobbing uncontrollably. He started choking on air and shaking. I ran to him and quickly covered his eyes.

I heard more footsteps.

"Ronan! Come back!" I heard Rolland's voice.

"Stop! don't come down!" The footsteps stopped.

"Are you guys ok?!" Rolland yelled from upstairs.

"Yeah, we're fine! Don't worry about us!"I yelled back.

I heard him sigh then he said, "I will always worry about you guys. Especially you Roxy," he said before I heard the sound of a door being shut.

Phew. Thank God, he didn't see this like Ronan.... Ronan!

I looked down at the boy sobbing in my arms. Oh no, why did I scream! if I hadn't screamed he wouldn't have come down.

And he wouldn't have seen all this.

"Ronan, I know you're scared but you have to go back to the room and stay with the others. Okay?" He didn't respond immediately but after a while He nodded and went back upstairs.

Poor kid. He's going to be traumatized and it's all my fault.

I stayed there on the floor. The smell of blood was strong as ever. I looked at my parents.

My heartbeat is abnormal again, my eyes became itchy as I just stared.

I could've helped.

If I had helped them they would be alive.

This is all my fault...

DON'T YOU DARE CRY!

Dad's voice.... Dad...

We didn't even get to talk. He called me an illiterate last night and I remember being mad at him.

Why was I mad? I knew he didn't mean it. But I chose to be a stubborn mule and not talk to him. Now he died thinking I was mad at him.

I heard the sound of sirens from a distance and sirens only mean one thing. Cops.

*****Flashback*****

"Hey sweetie, come here," my dad said. I skipped over to him, licking my lollipop. I was seven at the moment.

"Yes Daddy," I said.

"I want to tell you something important. Sweetie, listen to me carefully. Whenever you hear sirens, You run," my dad said in a very serious tone.

"But why?"I asked.

"Because sirens mean cops," my dad said staring ahead.

"But daddy aren't cops good guys?"I asked, putting my lollipop in my mouth.