Kind's Pov
At seven o'clock in the evening, the bus stopped at the neighborhood bus stop.
My heart was still fighting against my fear. Did this all happen due to my terrible luck, first my parents and then my grandmother? Was it truly my fault that everyone was in pain?
I was still in shock over the atrocity that happened this morning. Maybe all the suffering was just my fault.
"Umm," I muttered of him on my soulders as I felt the warm touch, turning to glance around as I saw that you and I were the only ones remaining to get off the bus. I grabbed my luggage and got out of the vehicle as a chill wind ran down my spine the north and made me realize that I was alone.
"Kind" I was nearly blind to his presence until I heard his sweet voice. He joined me in gazing at the ground as he sat down next to me.
It makes life seem like a joke when you discover all of a sudden that the person you spent your entire life with—and with whom you had shared a roof and meals—was nothing more than a back stamper.
Kind' he mumbled my name once again. Help me find my way, I'm lost, was all I could say to him as I turned to face him.
"It's already dark I think we must go with the plan," he said and made me aware of actions
I was escorted by June as I made my way home. The home had lost all meaning by this point. I was trying to remember in the back of my mind if I had ever made someone happy. Maybe it was my bad luck that birthed me into this world with death.
"Same road, same colony, same home; all I knew has changed and is now foreign to me."
".."
It was pretty embarrassing to cry, but I didn't feel like he was my own, so I could cry for as long as I wanted on his shoulders. "It must be my unfortunate shadow that swallowed my mom to death and pulled my grandmother to the ground."
"Kind, Don't blame yourself for what happened," was the advice given. "My father passed away when I was six; should I consider myself unfortunate too and blame myself for his death?" For the first time, I received consolation from someone who assured me that my parent's deaths were not directly due to me. He was a lot better than the people I had shared a house with. His arms were around my body giving me a nice hug rather than leaving me alone.
He told me after his hug, "You know what they say, this planet is a garden, and we humans are flowers. God always chooses the most exquisite flower when he goes by. He caressed my cheeks with his thumbs to remove the grief from the testimony, saying, "They want you and me to be happy so smile. Your parents, grandmother, and my father was the nice flower so that is why they are viewing us from heaven."
I waved my hand and grinned as the tall body disappeared into the shadows. "Thank you for starting by my side," I said. I made a U-turn, continued, and went inside my house.
Kind is back, mom! When she saw me enter the room, my sister shrieked.
Where had you been? I asked as though the horrible queen of dread had entered my realm. She was gazing intently at me. I opted not to respond. I passed her and moved toward the wall, where pictures of the entire group laughing and having a good time were displayed.
"Why is there no photo of me?" Everyone's image was there, but mine wasn't.
"I questioned where you had been."
"Had you ever been interested in where I had been or what I did? You murdered my grandparents after murdering my parents, didn't you?
She appeared to be cursed by the snow queen as she stood frozen.
*bang*
When someone fired a gunshot in my direction, June, who had been hiding behind, rushed over and grabbed me. My uncle Peter, who murdered my family, was the one who pulled the trigger.
June pulled me again and we ran from there.
Peter yelled, "Stop you brats," and he chased us out of the villa. Fortunately, Mean and Win were waiting for us at the entrance in a car. Mean put us in the car and took us away from the predicament.
"Could you just inform me? Why the hell are his parents pursuing us while brandishing a rifle?
"It's a long story"
"Then say it in short"
"They aren't my birth parents"
"What?" Mean exclaimed
"I knew it"
"How? " I asked
"The way they had treated you it was quite obvious that they had adopted you"
"I Wasn't adopted by them. They killed my parents"