The Mimic…

When I was younger I can remember everything that happened form the age 4 to now because of how horrific my childhood was. Before you ask no my parents weren't bad people or ever did anything to me but I can still remember the screams. Every night I have nightmares of what happened on that day. But I guess this vague of a description probably doesn't help what am trying to do so I guess I have to start there of all places. My parents death was well… no accidents. But I will get into that in a second because I think I should give you an idea of who I am and my life so you can understand what happened. Hi my name is David Rodriguez Lopez but my friend call me… or they did call me Davy my nickname. Grew up in a suburban neighborhood in a nice 2 story house with a basement. Our house was the last one on the block and in my opinion the most beautiful house on the block… I guess that's way my parents chose it when my mom was 6 months pregnant with me. They bought the house in a small town in Kansas. The house had the most beautiful lawn in the summer and the most beautiful baby blue color house that looked like it just popped out of a picture book. The house had 3 bedrooms 2 bathrooms and was quite spacious for the price my parents paid but enough of recapping of the house. My mom was a stay at home mom because in 2003 when I was about 2 she got in a car accident and lost the ability to move as freely as she used to so she had a hard time finding jobs in the area where she could sit most the time so she stayed at home. My dad after that accident made sure to spare no expense to make sure to install things to help my mom move more freely around the house like a stair lift and railings around the house just in case she need to hold onto something. But my father was a car dealership manager. He was a great man and made it his mission to always be there for family no matter what like when my mom got in the car crash my dad dropped everything he was doing to make sure he was there for my mom. He did not leave her side when he could and when he couldn't he was taking care of me. I believe he lost 2 big car sells for us. I loved my parents… Fuck is all my fault. I guess I should tell you then… I was home with my mother on July 9 2005. She was cooking in the kitchen making my favorite grilled cheese sandwiches with soup. When she was done she called my name but I didn't respond but looking back at it I should have went to her but I don't know if it would have prevented what happened next.