"Let's hurry, we don't want to be late on our first day ". Julian, my little brother, said tugging on my backpack to pull me towards the door. He was just over 5'7 with straight dark hair that almost covered his eyes. "We have enough time, slow down I haven't even slid my shoes on yet" I said now slipping on my shoes.
Walking out the front door I was hit with a cold breeze, the sun was barely visible over the many houses in front of us. We lived in a nice neighborhood and many of the houses were very similar, all two stories, grey and white with a small front yard. It was only 7 in the morning as we began our walk to school..
I was going into my junior year of highschool while Julian was going to be a freshman. I am two years older than my brother. He is 14 while I am 16. My brother is a huge fan of boxing, so much when he was little our parents put him in a boxing class. Not long after joining we could tell he had a natural talent for it. He had no trouble beating some kids that were a year or two older than him. Sometimes I thought he might be able to beat me. 'He could never hah'.
Personally, I'm a huge fan of novels and comics. As for things I do that don't require just sitting in my room reading, I would say I'm pretty decent at basketball. I've played for a few years, my dad i think enjoys watching me play more than i enjoy playing. "Are you going to try out for the basketball team again this year bro?" my brother asked. "Most likely but at the same time it's real time consuming so I'm not 100% yet." "What about you are you going to try out for any clubs?" "mmm nah i'm busy with boxing after school." he said with a huge smile on his face.
We arrived at school and I waved to my brother " see you later". I didn't plan to hang out with my brother since I had my own friends and I wanted him to attempt to make some new friends. He was always happy and smiled and laughed with our family but he never had too many friends. He had one friend that he could call his best friend but he moved away and I knew it hurt him but he never showed it.
The day went by pretty fast mainly because we just covered stuff like the syllabus and didn't do much other than that for the rest of the day. I didn't see my brother, which I found a bit weird. We agreed to meet up at lunch and talk for a bit but he never showed. I went to the office and asked the front desk lady. She said my brother went home because he didn't feel well and that our dad was the one who picked him up.
My father was always gone to work before we would wake up to get ready for school and my mother was usually the one to wake us up.
My dad being the one to pick my brother up was somewhat weird the more I thought about it. Both my parents had a car and my mom didn't work. It just didn't make sense. "Well it dont matter anyways" I said , completely forgetting the thought. The day went on and eventually the school day came to an end. I instantly headed home wanting to get there and just lay back and catch up on this novel I'm reading.
Walking home was about 10-15 min. "Not too bad, I'd say". Having music blasting in my ears made the walk a lot more enjoyable and quicker.
As I was coming up the street to my house I noticed both of my parents' cars in the driveway. Walking in the house I let out a slight yell " Mom, Dad i'm home." to my surprise no one responded. "Julian?" I said. No answer.
I walked into the kitchen then into the living room eventually reaching the stairs. As I walked up the stairs I got the chills. "Mom? Julian?". at the top of the stairs to my right down the hallway was my parents room and to the left was my brothers and mine to the right of his.
I walked into my brother's room to find him not there. His room was basic but he had many boxing related posters hanging on his walls. Turning out the door I laid my backpack on the floor in front of my door now walking to my parents room. The door was cracked open just enough to see part of the bed. Pushing open the door, my heart sank to my stomach as I took in the view in front of me.
My mother laid on the floor next to the bed with Julian wrapped in her arms. There were bloody handprints on the white sheets. There was so much blood. "Mom… Julian "I said the words came out shaky, my eyes started to fill with tears and I stood there unable to move trying to process my thoughts. But how exactly is a 16 year old boy supposed to process something like this? My mom's beautiful blonde hair was stained with blood. I couldn't really see her face due to the hair laying over it.
I finally gained the strength to take a few steps. I fell to my knees in the blood and just laid my head on both of them and let the tears flow. I was shaking and crying but I couldn't hear anything, my head was pounding and I had my eyes closed. Closing them so hard I felt like I was seeing stuff. I couldn't remember the last time I cried so much.
This continued on for 45 minutes straight until I finally just stopped and just stayed quiet not moving. I wanted to do nothing but lay there forever but I knew I couldn't. Reaching for my phone to call the police, something crossed my mind. 'Where is my dad?'. I saw his car outside so he has to be here somewhere. Please not you too…
Glancing around the room I saw the bathroom door open. Something in my body screamed out to me to not go over there. But I decided to head in, peeking my head around the door. I couldn't believe it. There laid my dad with a gunshot wound to the head with a pistol laying next to him.
"No.. please no.." I said.
What am I supposed to do now?? As I approached my father I couldn't help but stare at the gun next to him. There was no sign of forced entry and nothing seemed broken or stolen. Could this have been done by my father? I almost threw up just from the thought of what I was thinking. If it's true it dont make sense, we were a happy family.. At least I thought we were.
It doesn't make sense though Why would he leave me out of this, why would i be the one left alive. " I hate you for this." he should have taken me to.. I don't want to be alone.
After a few minutes my expression changed from sad to empty.. I felt empty, alone, abandoned. Nothing was going on in my brain. It was silent, empty of thoughts. I just sat there staring into my fathers wound.
I finally called 911, and a female operator picked up the phone. " 911 What's your emergency?" she said.
"My family is dead," I said in a cold voice. "They're all dead."
" Can you explain what happened? And may I ask who I'm speaking to?" She said worryingly. "I'm the son." I went on to explain what I found once getting home from school. I didn't go into much detail not caring enough at the moment.
"I think my father is the one who did this." "That bitch, I cant believe he'd do something like this and have the audacity to leave me alive?!." A sudden rush of anger overtook me as I said this to the operator. That anger slowly turned back into tears. I cried and cried as the operator tried to get me to calm down. " It's okay, try to breathe, the authorities are almost there." she said. "There's no point anymore," I said barely in a whisper. She must've heard me because I heard her say " Please don't talk like that. It'll be okay, it might take a while but it'll be okay."
This will never be okay. This is something i'll never be able to unsee, i'll have to live everyday with these images in my head. My brother, my mother and even my father are all dead! Leaving me here all alone! I have no one now, not a single family member or even a friend! I am alone.."
Dropping my phone to the ground I reached for the gun next to my father. Bringing the gun to the side of my head I said the last things I wished to say. "Please forgive me Mommy, I'm sorry I wasn't there when you and Julian needed me most. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to live on. I just can't."
The operator must have heard me because she was slightly yelling " Please talk to me, it's okay just talk to me!"
Squeezing the trigger I heard a bang and then everything went dark.
I was dead…
End of Chapter 1.