The Murder

It was a cold night, I was walking home from my part-time job after the exhausting day. I didn't need to go for a job but I did because I had nothing to do at home. I loved the feeling of earning your own money. My parents were nowhere near poor so I didn't do for everyday needs its just that I hate my huge mansion. The only person who keeps me company there is my butler and he doesn't do a very good job.

So as I was saying, I was going back 'home' and that was when I heard a gunshot. I would have yelled, but I wasn't an idiot. I put my hand over my mouth and silently crept to the place I heard the gunshot from, [a stupid move but curiosity got the best of me] and saw blood all over the doorstep. Then I heard a baby crying. I heard a man grunt in frustration and to my horror, the baby stopped crying.

I was too scared and utterly horrified to think what I thought had happened. I tried hard not to cry and moved forward. Then I saw the murderers. There were two people, a man and a woman. They started putting all the valuable things into a bag and took off the masks they were wearing. I was shocked by what I saw.

It was my parents! I don't know why they would need to steal because we had more than enough money. Sure they weren't the best parents because they spent only an hour a week for spending 'quality' time together, but I never would have pegged them as murderers! I immediately called the police. After I cut the call, I hugged my knees and started weeping silently. I heard footsteps and prayed to God hoping it wasn't my parents [ even though I was an atheist . Hopefully, there was a person on the other side ]. Then the footsteps got louder and louder until I could feel my dad breathing on me.

He looked annoyed as he was looking at me. He started fumbling with something in his pocket and finally took it out. IT. WAS.A.GUN! When I saw it I freaked out but didn't say anything. He held it to my chest and said, ' Goodbye Poppy. Goodbye forever.' When I heard this, I started yelling and wriggling out of his grip. Sadly he didn't miss. He shot me in the gut! Suddenly I could hear police sirens, but everything was blurry and unclear, a group of paramedics rushed to me and held me in their hands. I caught a glimpse of my parents in handcuffs. I laughed for the last time as I knew that I wouldn't survive. Then all my pain went away and I knew I was dead.

Dear readers,

I know what you must be thinking, 'If she's dead how is she telling this story?' Well, you can figure that out yourselves.