Under the Figure
I was eating the cupcake given to me by Jerald, my classmate. I was busy observing everyone in the cafeteria. They are all doing their daily routines in life while I am here, doing nothing but eating a cupcake. I have no friends, all of them thought of me as someone as weird as the school janitress. My classmates aren't exactly nice to me...but Jerald treats me as a real person. He's nice to me, he's even giving me food! I'm not homeless or poor. In fact I'm rich. My father owns this school and he owns almost half of the food industry here in our city. But nobody knows that.
I'm a bastard. I'm a mistake. My mother's a slut, a whore, a gold digger. And the legal wife of my father sees me as the same woman who seduced her husband. Because of that, my father hid me. He gave me my mother's surname instead of his. He's ashamed of me and I am aware of that.
I silently waited for my father and his wife to arrive for dinner. The dinner is already served and my duty is to be at the table at exactly seven. It was almost eight in the evening and they are still not here. I stood up and walked towards the kitchen to ask the head nanny about their whereabouts.
"Why are you asking about them again? They are dead! Almost a year has passed", she looked at me with pity as if I'm a left over food. How did my father die? And his wife? Is the nanny crazy?
I went upstairs and opened the door of my father's room. It was gigantic, but what's that smell? My eyes went wide when I saw blood coming out from below the bed. Red thick blood. It smells like rusty metal in here. I took a peak under the bed and saw a woman naked with blood all over her body. Tears started to come out from my eyes as I witness what happened. I looked for a hideout and found myself inside the bathroom.
I screamed as loud as I can when I saw a man covered with his own blood. His eyes were open, his body was full of bullets. I looked at him and was shocked when I remember his figure. My father... and the woman outside was his wife. Why am I seeing these things?! Why am I here?!
I lost my control and broke the mirror that I was looking at. I saw blood. Blood on my hands. Blood on my dress and blood on my face. I stared at my reflection and wickedly showed my smirk to myself. How exciting can this game be?
I took a step back as I watch my dead therapist lying on the couch. She can't keep her mouth shout, huh. I smirked and wiped my fingerprints from the gun. This is gonna be a suicide and nobody's gonna suspect me, I guess? I placed the gun on her hand and made a note saying that she killed my father and my father's wife. Which she clearly did not do. I did it. I didn't know how or why. I just know that I did it because of the things I saw.
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