Orphans

                                                                         

         Prolouge

                I stood above my parents, who were on the floor, unable to move or talk. Not even breathe. I started shaking once their blood started to form a pool around them. Both were stabbed in the heart. A tall man stood in front of me, holding a knife that was soaked in my parent's blood. My eyes started to widened as he rose his knife. So, I'm gonna die to huh? It's alirght, right? After all, I would met with Mother and Father after one stab. As much as I wanted to be killed. I didn't stay. I ran out of the houe as fast as I could with him chasing me. Why did I move? Why couldn't I have just met with Mother and Father in the afterlife. Though, my questions will soon be answered.