Always the Omega

Me, myself, and I. That is all I've really known for the last few years. Even though my parents died that day three years ago I can't think about it. This memory is what pushed me to believe that I was alone. It is such a horrible memory imbedded into my thoughts.

I have no other blood relatives; at least none that I know about. It was always just us three. My parents died, they were murdered right in front of me. They didn't know that I was hiding in the wardrobe in their bedroom as it happened that gruesome night.

“Ugh I can't believe that they took my IPod away as punishment! Can you Stacey?” I was ranting on the telephone. I had just got off the bus and inside my house from my first day of high school. Being a freshman stinks. You constantly get pushed into walls and are getting yelled at by seniors. I got into trouble because I forgot to write my essay over summer break for my creative writing course, so my parents’ took away my IPod. “Maybe you should search for it in a bit? You know; in their bedroom?” Stacey asked me over the phone. “That IPod was the only other way that I can talk to you and all my other friends. I hate that my parents won't give me a cell phone!”

“Just look for the IPod babe. I'm sure you'll find it in their vanity or wardrobe,” Stacey stated. I was listening to her speak as I fumbled through the fridge look for a snack. Ice cream. No. Chicken. Definitely not. Fruit and yogurt. Yes. I pulled out a mango and strawberry Yoplait and closed the fridge. I tucked that under my arm and reached for the silverware drawer to get a spoon. Tug. The phone fell off my ear and onto the floor with a loud crash. The cord was too short. I bent over to snatch up the phone, “Ugh! Stupid old corded phone. I cannot believe phone companies make wall phones anymore. Especially ones attached to a wire!” With the phone back up to my ear I said, “Stacey, I'm sorry but I have to go.” And I hung up the phone and set it back on the wall before she even got to give her goodbye.

I left the yogurt on the counter and went upstairs to search for my IPod touch. I was so angry now that I did not even care if I was caught.

Stacey understood where I was coming from that day. She was my best friend at the time. We grew up together. But now that town was a long forgotten placed that only harbored a bad memory.

“Ugh! I swear I rummaged through everything in this forsaken bedroom and I still can't find it.” I huffed and just threw myself on top of my parent’s bed. I started to tear up from being so frustrated. Creak, Slam! “Honey I don't think she’s home. I remember her saying something about staying after school to do a project with her chemistry partner,” I heard my mom say all the way from down stairs. Oh shit! I got up as fast as I could and scrambled to make it look like I never touch a single thing in the room. Folded the boxes and shoved them back in the closest. Put items of my mother’s back into the vanity drawers.

Step. Step. Step. My parents were coming whispering to themselves about some project at work… I looked around one last time. And then I saw the bed. The pillows were all out of sorts some even fell off the bed, the comforter was all wrinkled and starting to fall off. Well damn, I thought to myself.

Thank god there bedroom door was closed or they would of heard me scurrying to put everything away and in its place. I could hear the wood of the floor creak under my parent’s steps as they reached the door. I looked around for a place to hide. I turned around and stared at the wardrobe, opened the silver handled door with a small creek and climbed inside as fast as possible. Closed the dark cherry wood door to a slight crack right behind me so I could peek out and see if they had my Ipod on them this entire time. Then I heard the click of my parents opening their door. I held my breath so they couldn't hear me.

“Roger I really think we should just give her back the Ipod. We know how much her friends mean to her,” mom thought out loud. Put my dad just wouldn't have it. “I’m sorry Lacey dear, but she can deal without the thing for another week or so.” My mom put her satchel down on the bed and hung her sweater up and back into their large closet. I couldn't see my father through the crack in the wardrobe, but I could hear him when he spoke to mom.

Walking out of the closet my mom was looking right at the wardrobe and noticed how the door was open. I apparently didn't know dad was a freak about doors and keeping them closed, so my mom instantly knew I was in there. But I didn't know that she saw the light glinting off my eyes for confirmation.

She stopped and stood stark still all of a sudden and a horrified look came upon her face. She was no longer looking at me, but at my father, the love of her life, being held with a knife at his neck by a stranger in a black military suit.

My mom instantly knew what this man was here for. I could tell because she quickly recovered and held a stern face clear of all emotion. “Heh heh, so Lacey Collins it’s come to this. You give me what I want and I won't kill him.” A small gasp came from my mouth as this new voice came into play. I never heard any struggle from my father or anything. He must of really surprised him.
“I’m sorry, but all the documents were destroyed earlier this evening. Therefore I cannot give you what your boss is looking for.” I was getting scared now, I have a terrible feeling. Then her face faltered and fell as she lunged at this man holding my father. Within those next few seconds changed my life forever.

In slow motion, the man slit my father’s throat and stabbed my mother in the stomach in one fluent movement. They both fell to the floor now pooling blood all over the tan carpet. I was crying now tearing falling freely down my face. I was trying so hard not to let a sob escape my lips. The man then step over my parent’s bleeding bodies and grabbed my mother’s work bag, then left. I was too scared to climb out of the wardrobe for hours I just cried sitting there with my father’s work suits wrapping around me. Suffocating me.

I sat up straight in bed sweat and tears dripping down my face and just sobbed.