I went to retrieve it and came back home , to my horror I saw -bloody foot prints on the wooden floors and stained red handprints on the walls dragging across, it was as if someone was trying to make it obvious that somebody had died; I slowly went upstairs as my eyes misted with hot tears while hands trembled.
As I opened the door to my parents bedroom i dropped my schoolbag near the door and fell on my knees seeing the morbid horror infront of me.
My fathers lifeless body lied on the bed, his eyes closed as if he had finally found his peace. His head was still bleeding from the multiple gunshots he had endured. He was clutching my mothers hand as she lay next to him her eyes widened and scared .Her head skewered with a kitchen knife. Her long blond hair stained in red while dry tears stinged on her cheeks.
I recall hugging their lifeless bodies asking them to come back, again and again. I reminiscent asking my dad to get up and help me with me home work, then going and tugging on my mothers long white summer dress which was stained red asking her to help me make cookies but they just wouldn't get up.
Then i attended the second funeral of my life and probably the last funeral I ever tend to attend . While looking at the caskets the whole world just faded away it was just me and the lifeless bodies of my parents. I half hoped they'd come back to life but that thought was laughable.
The police tried their best to find who the murderer was but there were no fingerprints, no DNA remains or even the slightest trace that a man was ever there.
There was only one person who did crimes so well. So intentional yet so uncannily mysterious....
I sat alone on the floor of my parents room.....no matter how much i scrubbed and scrubbed...and scrubbed the blood never came out fully. I blankly stared at the stained walls. the rage I felt, the helplessness, the vulnerability....no one could ever understand.
I swore on my parents lives that I'll try everything in my power to get retribution. Until I don't get my satisfaction I swore I'd never ever step foot in this house again. My maneuver was simple....to find the killer and then strategically backstab him....literally.