Prologue
BLEIGH was in conflict with herself. She was standing infront of their household. Lights was still open inside. But it was not enough to aid the darkness. The warm wind of the night brought her goose bumps as the rustling sound of the oriole leaves on the ground.
Her mom will probably give her a earful lecture when she saw her. After all, she did not came home before seven which is her curfew time. It was pass ten and definitely she'll be grounded for weaks or even months. Her dad will surely confiscate her gadgets and make her clean all the books on their library.
It was peculiar. The guards that supposed to be standing on their gate was out of sight. She sighed and pushed the wooden double-door. It was locked as she expected.
She look for the keys inside her knapsack. Below her books she pick up the duplicate key.
When she opened the door, she stoned as horror coalesced her being of the sight of these people.
A woman was lying on the floor near the staircase. Naked, eyes were open, burnt, body full of bruises, and above all lifeless. While an old man on the other hand was barely sitting on the sofa. Needles were planted on his eyes as dried blood scattered on his face. Hands were tied. His three-pieced suit was crimson due to blood from the multiple stabs.
It was a heinous view but she can't simply tore her eyes from those people. For goodness sake! They were her parents.
With wobbly legs and tears dropping from her eyes, she managed to come near the corpse of her oldwoman.
She opened her mouth but she cannot find her voice.
"Mom." She barely manage to speak. She touch her mother's face. It was cold, a sign that the body was no trace of life.
She removed her coat to cover the exposed body. She scoped her and cried like it will bring back what it lost, a breath, a life. If only, she go home early things might be different. None of this might happened. If only. If not of her stubborness. She sobbed in agony. After all, it's the only thing that she can do at the moment, to mourn for what she lost.
