Bang Bang
I knocked on the door. The gate opened, a tall handsome man standing in front of me with wide eyes and staring. But he didn't say anything.
"So you still live in Manganese apartments." I started.
"I don't know you!" He tried to close the door but I put my foot in between the door and the wall. I thought he would shut it, but as soon as he saw my foot in between, he stopped and looked at me.
"Please let me in, Jay." I pleaded.
"You never came back." He said.
"I waited for you since you were 10, when you left me with nothing." He continued, "Why are you here now?"
With tears in my eyes I said, "Uncle John left us when I was 10. He owned that place, but when he left, he left us nothing. He had sold out that house to someone. We were left with nothing! My sister was still in coma, and I ran away!"
He glared hard at me, "If you had no where to go, couldn't you just come to me? I was your friend. You could have stayed home with me. I could have given you money for Jasmine. Why didn't you tell me?"
"You already did so much for me. I never wanted you to do all those things for me. You have helped me out with so many things. I didn't want to disturb you anymore."
"So you ran away!?" He shouted.
"Jasmine died." I said calmly to hide my anger fuming inside me.
"What..!" "I'm sorry."
"I'm here to avenge her death." I couldn't hold it in anymore.
He looked at me calmly. "Come in."
We went inside his house and I was surprised to see what was inside. Nothing had changed. There were still my and my sister's paintings in the walls. He used to make wonderful paintings at the time. I wonder if he could still paint so good. Me, my sister and him, laughing together in those paintings when we were kids. Though my sister never woke up. But still Jay used to draw those pictures, to make me happy.
"What did you do after you ran away?" He was worried about me, I could tell.
"An old lady kept me with her. She gave me money in exchange for the work I used to do there like cleaning and all. When I grew up, I joined a place where I could do work and I got payed for that, and I used to send that money for Jasmine at the hospital."
"Well. What do you want me to do?"
"I need your help, to destroy the ones who killed my family! They took everything I had, and from 19 years, I have been bearing that. Now it's my turn!"
"How do you think of a reunion?" I asked him symbolising that I wanted his help.
He smiled and said "Not a bad idea."