Assassin's Diary
"BANG!!!"
My head shot up from my pillow. I glanced around in the dark, looking for the clock. It read 1:12 am.
"BANG!!!"
Again, I jumped. 'What the hell is that? It sounds... like... gunshots...' Panic rose up in me as I realized what I thought was true. I struggled to my feet and began to crawl on the floor, down the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a long steak knife for self-defense, although I knew it wouldn't help me much if someone had a gun. I crawled back upstairs and into my parent's room, and stopped dead outside their open door.
There was a large pool of blood on the floor next to the bed. The smell reached me, and I started to shake. I couldn't move my eyes away from the red puddle, scared at what I might see laying under the covers. I crawled quickly away from the door and back into the hall, to the bathroom, scared as hell. I heard footsteps from inside the bedroom, and I crawled faster. I made it inside the bathroom and shut the door as quietly as I could, not wanting to alert anyone to my prescence in the house. I huddled in a corner behind the toilet, shivering. The footsteps crept closer. Then a voice spoke.
"Your parents had it coming, you know that. I'm not going to hurt you, as long as you don't repeat their mistakes. Don't bother calling the police, either. Your parents were wanted people. I did the authorities a favor." The sound of his footsteps became distant, and eventually was gone.
I ran back to my parents' room, thoroughly believing that it was all a dream. But, instead of finding them seeping normally, I found the same blood by the bed, and two stiff forms underneath the covers. An arm was hanging over the bed, still and almost white.
That was when I vomited and passed out.
When I woke up, I was on the living room couch, surrounded by uniformed people. I sat up mechanically, emotions gone. A lady in a business suit came over and sat down beside me. She wanted to ask me questions, but I refused. I kept my mouth shut. Some other people wanted to give me food or another place to stay, but I stayed sitting. I didn't move, and eventually the neighbors took me in, but they had to physically move me. My body and brain were disconnected.
A week later, I finally came down from my temporary bedroom for breakfast. The neighbors and their kids were surprised, since it was the first time I had left the room in seven days. I told them that I wanted to live on my own and follow in my parents' footsteps. To my surprise, they let me. I packed what few belongings I had and left.
However, they thought my parents were respectful business people, and often went on long trips around the world.
What they failed to realize was that my parent's were assasins. I was planning to become one myself, and murder the person who had killed them.
I wanted revenge.
I was twelve years old.
My head shot up from my pillow. I glanced around in the dark, looking for the clock. It read 1:12 am.
"BANG!!!"
Again, I jumped. 'What the hell is that? It sounds... like... gunshots...' Panic rose up in me as I realized what I thought was true. I struggled to my feet and began to crawl on the floor, down the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a long steak knife for self-defense, although I knew it wouldn't help me much if someone had a gun. I crawled back upstairs and into my parent's room, and stopped dead outside their open door.
There was a large pool of blood on the floor next to the bed. The smell reached me, and I started to shake. I couldn't move my eyes away from the red puddle, scared at what I might see laying under the covers. I crawled quickly away from the door and back into the hall, to the bathroom, scared as hell. I heard footsteps from inside the bedroom, and I crawled faster. I made it inside the bathroom and shut the door as quietly as I could, not wanting to alert anyone to my prescence in the house. I huddled in a corner behind the toilet, shivering. The footsteps crept closer. Then a voice spoke.
"Your parents had it coming, you know that. I'm not going to hurt you, as long as you don't repeat their mistakes. Don't bother calling the police, either. Your parents were wanted people. I did the authorities a favor." The sound of his footsteps became distant, and eventually was gone.
I ran back to my parents' room, thoroughly believing that it was all a dream. But, instead of finding them seeping normally, I found the same blood by the bed, and two stiff forms underneath the covers. An arm was hanging over the bed, still and almost white.
That was when I vomited and passed out.
When I woke up, I was on the living room couch, surrounded by uniformed people. I sat up mechanically, emotions gone. A lady in a business suit came over and sat down beside me. She wanted to ask me questions, but I refused. I kept my mouth shut. Some other people wanted to give me food or another place to stay, but I stayed sitting. I didn't move, and eventually the neighbors took me in, but they had to physically move me. My body and brain were disconnected.
A week later, I finally came down from my temporary bedroom for breakfast. The neighbors and their kids were surprised, since it was the first time I had left the room in seven days. I told them that I wanted to live on my own and follow in my parents' footsteps. To my surprise, they let me. I packed what few belongings I had and left.
However, they thought my parents were respectful business people, and often went on long trips around the world.
What they failed to realize was that my parent's were assasins. I was planning to become one myself, and murder the person who had killed them.
I wanted revenge.
I was twelve years old.