Escape

Chapter 4

We need to pay for this crappy food. For real?

Why did I waste my money on canteen food? I looked at the sandwich infront of me, it looked stale, the crust wasn't properly cut off, no cheese, no butter, just two pieces of cucumber with a slice of tomato slapped together between days old bread. I can't blame anyone though, I was seriously starving.

Eh, nevermind. I dug in my food.

The classes were pretty much uneventful. No notes. Nothing. Just the usual. I observed everyone, but no one seemed like the one I am looking for. What's with the hide and seek game? If you have something for me, and you're so desperate to help me, why don't you come out in front and talk to me, why not help me like the way you want to?

My parent's death is not a joke. And I vowed that before my last breath I would find the person who was behind this, the person who took everything away from me, one moment I was living a life and now I am just surviving, I don't even know why I am even trying to find this person, but I want to, I want to fight for them, I want to bring my parents murder to justice. I want to prove to the whole wide world that they didn't commit suicide, but were in fact murdered.

Right in their home

8 years ago...

"Mom I'm home"

Silence, nothing but a whiff of air greeted me, the lights were on in the kitchen, which was strange assuming if no one's home, then who turned the lights on.

My hair started to prickle behind my neck, something felt out of place, it looked like I was alone, but it didn't feel like that. I moved cautiously towards the kitchen, but no one was there, I saw some papers scattered on the counter, I didn't pay attention to that as something else caught my eye, my mom's favourite tribal vase was shattered on the floor, which was always displayed beautifully in the corner of the living room, beside the window which looked into our backyard. That's when I noticed, the windowpane was shattered, it's broken glass mixed with pieces of the vase, shining brightly under the sunlight.

I was scared, but I remained calm, my mind working profusely, thinking of the plausible reason behind this, where are my parents, are they hurt? What should I do? I walked quietly towards the telephone, and dialled the emergency number, they asked about the situation, but all I could mutter was my address.

"Are you okay honey?" the lady on the phone said.

I was about to reply to that when I heard a loud thud from just above me.

"Please be here soon." I said in the receiver and hung up the call not waiting to hear her reply.

I took the baseball bat that my dad always kept under the sofa, and started to climb up the stairs cautiously, avoiding all the creaky floorboards, I peeped down the hallway once I reached the top of the stairs, the room's door at the very back was ajar, which was used as a storeroom for stuff which we didn't use or needed at the moment. It faced towards the backyard. I crept quietly towards it and peeped inside.

My soul left my body, the baseball bat clattered down the floor.

My mom's lifeless body was sprawled onto the floor, her cold empty eyes staring at me, her blood everywhere, her white lab coat drenched in blood.

I wanted to go to her, to yell at her to wake up, but I couldn't my body was numb, I couldn't move, my eyes never left my mom's cold lifeless eyes. I was begging at her to stand up or to give me a sign that she was still there, but she didn't, her face was pale, her eyes red, her face covered in bruises.