I. Me. My. And this world.
I. Me. My. And this mess.
I. Me. My. And my dead family.
Messed up is not the one who witnesses the weird chaos filled atrocities of this world, but the one who actually caused, and was a part of that chaos is the messed one. If this rule befits those of the creations of God, then why is it that now the role of witness has been passed down to Elliot and even for something as horrible as the death of her entire family? Hmmm, horrible. Massacre of a family well known by their neighbors and by the people in the business world. One might wonder, what went wrong? And where, to be exact. Under the tort of negligence Neighbor principle, a person must take reasonable care to avoid injuring those who are likely to be harmed if he/she does not take care. Hmmm, let's see. If Elliot's memories weren't playing tricks on her, she remembered how she read this one sentence from her father's Tort Law related book, back from the days he spent teaching high school student's Law. She wondered again and again whether she'll be imprisoned by this heinous act committed by someone else and again falsely accused for the crimes she never committed.
She wondered if it was yet time to call the police and end the night, but she was hesitant at the same time. Elliot wondered from time to time whether it would be better to feed the bodies to the nearby stray dogs, the same way her step sister wanted her father to feed Elliot to them. But then again, Little Elliot can be anything but cruel. She sighed, sitting down near her father's body while adjusting her head in his lap. By the time she started grasping on her father's warmth, she realized he no longer was warm, his body turned stone cold and his complexion turned blue and purple.
'Pitiful. How utterly pitiful.
How does it feel? Being this pitiful?
Hmmm, if you ask me, it's nothing but...
DISGUSTING.'
She smirked as she traced her father's face with her slender fingers, grinning wider the more she came close to his heart. She could clearly see the pierced flesh and the fresh blood that colored her father's chest which made her feel some type of ecstasy to say the least. Suddenly jolting into a fine posture, Elliot ran over to her sister's room, remembering something important that she failed to do moments ago. She quietly opened the door as if Lizzy was not dead but sleeping, and tiptoed her way towards her stone cold body. Elliot stood there, frozen for a perfect second when she suddenly started shivering and crying. Poor soul's cries were heard throughout the pitch black house but sadly, there was no one who could comfort her or tell her that it's going to be alright. She crouched down and stared at her sister's blood drained face. Lizzy also stared at her but her eyes were lifeless, as lifeless as Elliot's blue eyes once used to be.
Elliot could not see the sight of her sister so viciously glaring at her even when she was dead, so she politely closed her eyes for her, patting her own head for the good deed she just did. The reality once again came crashing down on her when Elliot realized that it's been so long since her family was murdered and in all this madness she totally forgot to check the entire house out to see if the person who killed her entire family was still roaming around. More than fear, Elliot felt anxious. She wanted to meet the devil herself and ask them why they let her live? What could a useless being like Elliot herself had to do with them for them to spare her life like this. But this chaos gave her the meaning she's always been finding mindlessly in this life. Elliot wanted to live for a purpose and in all the fourteen years of her life, she was busy finding that purpose, and right now, she knew that finding her family's killer and avenge them was the purpose she was looking for.
But honestly, if somebody else were to put themselves in Elliot's shoes, they might not be able to go forth with the plan of taking revenge for the death of their family. Why, you must ask? We as humans would never do good to people who played a vital role in disturbing and destroying our childhoods or would we? We, the humans of this world can never ever be righteous or believe that we wont get revenge on the people we hate. Our hatred is so strong that this hatred alone is able to destroy countries and gracefully make each other go extinct. But Elliot thought that she was different from the rest of the human beings. Her mother always dotted on her for how much of a good girl Elliot was and how the world clearly didn't deserve a precious soul like Elliot. Little Elliot made up her mind and ran outside her sister's room, clenching her wrists next to her shattered heart which was beating so fast as if Elliot just ran a marathon. No matter what it takes, she will endure it. Everything. Every single thing. Elliot went downstairs as the stairs creaked every time she stepped on it. Is the killer really inside the house? Or maybe he escaped through the window or the front door since nobody can stop him from escaping the house. Little Elliot summed up her courage as she walked down the icy cold path in hopes of finding the culprit. Checking through her father's bedroom, the dining hall, the kitchen and even the lawn, Elliot failed to find the killer or any clue of the killer. Its like the killer appeared out of nowhere and after doing the job, disappeared into thin air. No broken window, no bloody footsteps, nothing. Except for the rooms on the second floor that included Elliot's step sister Lizzy's room and her father's study, the rest of the house looked fairly normal.
She took further steps towards the hallway to look out the main door incase she'll find one of her neighbors and ask them for help. Elliot suddenly made a stop to her movements when she came across a white ceramic table which was set so beautifully in the magnificently decorated hallway. And not shortly after, it hit her. The realization, as she remembered the table that belonged to her late mother. She thought her father and step mother sold everything that Elliot and her mother owned, but now she could see clearly, that the expensive items were kept behind to help decorate the house. A bright golden telephone was placed on the ceramic table which gave Elliot the idea she never thought she had. She remembered how her father once told her step mother to call the emergency police number when he thought some robbers broke in our house. Instead of calling the neighbors to take action and help the poor little Elliot, she took the phone into her trembling hands, and called the emergency number that she remembered her step mother dialing. In all the heavy and heartbreaking circumstances, Elliot was proud of herself and her sharp memory that she obviously got from her dear mother.
Elliot: 'Is this the police?'
Officer: 'Yes, it is. How may I assist you?'
Elliot: 'Murder...' Elliot muttered under her breath not sure if the officer heard her.
Officer: 'Yes? Can you repeat what you just said?'
Elliot: 'Murder.... My family is murdered.... I need help to bury them.'
Officer: 'Look kid, it is way too late at night for you to be playing pranks on the police.'
Elliot: 'The killer killed them.... Elliot is all alone now.... Its scary mister...'
There was a slight pause in the call and then the officer spoke again, asking Elliot to sit back and be brave and that the officers are on their way. The officer kept telling Elliot to remain hidden until they get there. Elliot sat near the table and patiently waited for the police while humming the melody her mother used to hum to her. She curled up near the table and hugged herself, since she did not want to be alone. But now, in this world she had no one she could call her own. While Elliot was long lost in her imagination, she heard the police car's siren and ran up to the main door to open the door. It was the first time in a while that Elliot came n contact with people other than her father, step mother and sister and she was happy, to say the least. The female police officer approached Elliot as she scanned her blood stained body up and down. She hugged her and told her its going to be okay. Elliot knew that she was going to be questioned by the police and put in interrogation room. She tightly hugged the female officer back, letting go with tears in her eyes. The police scattered throughout the house and searched every nook and corner thoroughly while the remaining officers took Elliot outside in the yard and seated her on the bench outside while patting her back. Soon after, the ambulance was called in and Elliot jolted up as she saw the dead bodies of her late family being placed one by one inside the ambulance.
Officer: 'Oh you poor soul, you must have been so scared.'
Female officer: 'You did well. You were very brave today. Don't worry we'll find you a new house.'
Up until now, Elliot thought that the remaining officers were possessed by her mother. They were saying exactly what Elliot wanted to hear. She knew what they meant by a new house. Orphanage would be her new house, and telling the police about the incident again and again until she gets tired of it would be her new job. Its like she is going to be transported from one hell hole to another. But in all this chaos, who was Elliot to say anything or to question anyone's behavior or act. She was left all alone in the world full of monsters and she knew she HAD to survive, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. She wanted to see how her life would unfold now that she is all alone. Will good finally come her way or will she once again be put in a forsaken realm? Whatever the answers to these questions were, Elliot had no idea.