he is 10 years old rn :)
"Today's going to be such a great day! Right?" I ask my younger sister, Tatiana. She nods and keeps playing with her doll, rocking her back and forth like a baby. I smile. My parents walk into the room, telling us it's time to leave the house for the day.
A while later, we arrive at the large skyscraper my parents planned to visit. My mother and father motion for us to follow them into the seemingly endless building. "Why are we here, mother?" I ask her. "Shh—we can't talk here. Your father and I have some business to take care of." Her voice seems slightly different when she says those words, but I pay no attention to it and continue to gape at the sheer size of the office building we are in. I hadn't been anywhere except for home, school, and the occasional visit to the park in the ten years I'd been alive.
Our mother and father tell me to wait outside of the room while they take care of everything. I feel a small pang of jealousy at the fact that Tatiana gets to come inside with them. "She's too young to be left alone, Alexei," my parents say. I put my ear to the door, trying to listen to what was going on in the office. At first it's quiet, but I begin to hear shouts and a BANG. Then another. Then another. I cover my ears, trying to block out the loud, unfamiliar sound. After a few minutes, the office falls silent again. A man who is not my parents steps out the door, holding an unfamiliar metal object in his hand. He looks at me for a second, then turns away.
I walk into the office, scared of what I might find. My jaw drops in horror and I slump to the floor. A terrible scene, my sister, mother, and father lie on the floor in a pool of what appears to be blood, a dark hole in each of their heads. I touch their bodies and find they're stiff. "No… are they… dead…?" I mumble, unsure of how to process this information. "This can't be…why…" I look at my hands, now covered with their blood. "Whoever did this…I'll never forgive you…" My gaze hardens. I don't know how, but I'll make their killer pay. However much it costs me, even my own blood, sweat and tears. I don't care about myself right now. No time for that. Walking out of the room, people stare at my bloodstained body as if I am the killer. I glare at them and they flinch, turning away as if they are scared. Too easy. A small, cruel smile creeps across my face.