Emerald Green (ON HOLD)

Prologue

I was riding my new bicycle on my way home that I bought with my savings. I hope Santi, ma and papa will like this. It was purple, my favourite colour 

On reaching home, i parked my new bicycle in our garage and ran to the door excited to tell them I won the race, I was so excited that i didn't notice the van beside our house, i took out my spare key and tried opening the door but it wouldn't, furrowing my eyebrows  i tried to open the door after taking out the key to find the door unlocked which was surprising 'cause ma always locked the door

I opened the door and shouted "Ma? Papa? Whe-" but stopped in my tracks when i noticed red something in the floor and shoe prints 

Scared i dropped my bag in the floor and bent down and touched the red liquid hesitantly but just as i touched it I reared back dropping on my ass

It was blood!

I knew what blood felt like, it looked and felt like water but if you look closely there was this shine in the blood , with the red colour and if you touch the blood it will feel like water but thick and you could never create a colour like blood even if you tried because it wasn't pure red, wasn't maroon or any colour it was just red, red blood 

I knew what it felt like because i have been to enough hospitals visit with ma as she was a doctor and i have had more than enough cuts to know the difference between blood and red coloured water 

I raised with shaking legs and slowly walked a little and just as i reached the couch, what i saw next knocked the breath out of me 

"Papa" a small whisper left my mouth as I saw my father lying on the floor, blood flowing from his chest and making his grey shirt red 

My legs moved on their own record and dropped to the ground beside papa, my mind was empty as if it was filled with fog.
"Papa? Papa please wake up, please what happened why aren't you waking up papa? Papa? Please wake up" I take his head and keep it in my leg as i just sit there not knowing, understanding what to do 

People think that when something bad happens the first thing we do is panic, wasting the time but what we really do will never be known by us until that moment, that moment when our entire world crumbles in front of us and you feel so helpless that you just stand there half expecting for someone to come from behind the wall and scream "it was a prank" and half expecting for you to do something, something that will help you, that will stop making yourself feel helpless and when after days, months, years you look back and then think what you could have done to make the situation better , 

you criticise yourself because that's the only thing your brain accepts, your brain accepts that it was your fault and that small voice that says that it was not your fault just keeps getting lighter and lighter and then slowly and quickly vanishing until all that is left is your brain criticising you and you accepting it 

I was feeling everything and nothing at the same time, but i just couldn't sit there waiting for papa to wake up I needed to find ma, Santino and then call someone 

Murmuring that I kept papa's leg on the floor and removed my hand drawing a deep breath on seeing my hand full of blood 

I stood up and was about to walk when i heard a faint noise from the kitchen 

I looked up quickly, hyper aware 

"Bell-a" Maa!

I ran quickly to the kitchen almost falling on the ground but i didn't care about anything else than ma, papa , santino 

I couldn't  

Tears were flowing down my face as if raining heavily, i couldn't stop them and i didn't have time to stop them and couldn't give a shit about them 

I ran until i found ma barely sitting on the floor, her hand clasping the chair firmly,  she was crying and i ran next to her and grasped her as i saw blood flowing from her stomach, it was a gun wound 

"M-ma what happened , why is papa lying there ma what happened wh-who did this to you ma? Wha-what should I do" words rumbled out of me as i pressed onto her wound, trying to stop her blood making her cry out

She was loosing too much blood 

She gave up the hold on the chair and held my chin high and rubbed my tears off as i cried with her , not knowing what to do, how i could help her 

"Bella pl-" she sucked in a breath "please ru-run from here, don't worry about me Run , De-dem-demitri is here , run please go! Santi" Before she could continue she took a deep breath, clutching her stomach above my hand and took a long shuddering breath, 

H-her chest stopped moving , her eyes wide opened, her hold on my chin lowered and fell on the floor with a thud 

All the oxygen left my lungs as I screamed "Ma!?" 

"No no no no no this can't be happening no no th-this is uh a prank , now they will wake up and… everything is alright bella everything is alright no no" i murmured to myself as i stood up leaving ma on the floor 

The tears stopped falling down as if went numb 

I couldn't think of anything else to do so I decided i should call the police and ambulance at once, they would know what to do

I didn't know anything, i didn't know what happened to ma and papa , what happened to Santino where is Santino, what i should do and maybe if i was there at home and not at school maybe i wouldn't have been thinking this and maybe i wouldn't have lost ma and papa 

I was stupid enough to believe ma and papa will be okay but that part of brain said to listen to ma's words to run, something hrorible happened and i couldn't just live my … my de- dead parents here 

That dead word left bile on my throat as I continued saying while keeping my eyes closed "Andriette Bella Carson, This. Is. Not. Real" 

"But this is Real Bella, this is real" I turned around in a flash at the sudden sound preparing to defend myself 

But before I could even see who that old crusty familiar voice belonged to, something heavy hit my head as I stumbled 

Holding my head in place as my vision started to blur and just before the darkness began to envelope me i saw who that voice belonged to, whom that familiar voice belonged to 

Demitri, Uncle , the same uncle who ma told me to run from

And the last thing I knew the cold marble floor hit my head as full on black colour envisioned me but my brain couldn't help but answer 

This was real, Demitri did it… my father's brother.
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Author's note : well I changed it 💀 feel free to comment any mistake  and press that tiny star to cheer me up and thank you for giving this story a chance i hope u all like it

Ps: ignore the small cap 'i'