What happens to me

I sat on the sofa recalling the events of the day. The awful experience at the club but that cannot be compared to losing your parents in such a horrible way. They were killed. Their bodies were perforated with the bullets that went through their bodies and rendered them lifeless.

As I sat there trying to halt the tears flowing from my eyes and gulped up all the sorrow that my body could take until it could no longer retain the pain and came out as tears.

Then a woman walked up to me in her suit with a notepad in her hand. 'I am from the Department of Social Welfare and we have heard of the unfortunate passing of your parents we want to extend our condolences', she said. 'Thank you', I responded blankly. She sat down on the seat and pulled out her pen. 'We want to ask you a few questions concerning your welfare', she said. I nodded my head like a depressed widow about to undergo widowhood rites.

'What is your name?' she asked. Jade Skai, I answered. My lips tasted salted like they have been marinated and ready for cooking. How old are you?

'I am 15 years old', I answered with tiny sobs in between each word. 'Do you have any siblings', she continued. 'Yes, I have a younger brother and sister', I replied. 'Where are they?' she added. 'They are with my grandparents for their vacation', I answered. The interrogation went on until I was taken to my grandparents. My grandparents did not take the news very easy. My grandma cried herself to sleep. My grandfather tried to contain the pain until it all turned into a night of waterworks. My siblings were asleep so they were not informed. I don't know how to break the news to them. The people who killed my parents messed up like big time. I wonder what those people were thinking. They probably didn't have any reason for murdering my parents. They were maybe trying to rob them and realized they didn't have money and then shot them out of anger.

My grandmother cried until grandpa took her to her room to sleep. I went to my room. Unable to stop the down pouring tears, I cried until I fell into a nasty slumber.

The next morning was quiet. My grandparents used the best way to tell my siblings. However, it couldn't stop the tears from flowing. We tried to comfort Bertram and Bertha but it just made the tears flow even more. I feel really bad for them. They didn't get to see their parents before their death.

I gulped down grandma's famous pancakes and set off to school. I usually don't like going to school but today I was in a hurry to get to school. I just needed a distraction from everything. I can't stay in the house because even my grandparents are broken. Grandpa is holding it together but he can't keep his cool for that long.

At school, I was not my usual self. I am the delinquent in the class. The one who cracks jokes and interrupts class and also gets the teachers frustrated. However, today was not the same for me. I didn't speak at all in class. All the memories I have with my parents flooded my thoughts. The teachers and students started to wonder the sudden change of attitude and asked me. My best friend Tyler who I messaged immediately I reached my grandparents house and informed her of the tragic event. She consoled me, well tried to console me. After school, I was walking on the side block feeling messed up. My mind was not with me at all. It was only bring up flashes of my parents lying in a pool of their own blood that as I was about to cross the road I didn't look both ways before I started walking across the road. All of the sudden, I saw the car coming at top speed towards and everything became black.