Four years ago...
Eleanor heard the ambulance. The front door open violently. She heard her older brother yell in desperation, followed by the sound of the paramedics trying to calm him down.
She didn't move from where she lay curled on her bed. She didn't want to see what could've happened now. She forced her eyes shut after a paramedic entered her room.
About ten minutes later, she couldn't stand it any more.
She calmly walked out of her room, staring in disbelief at what awaited her at the corridor.
Paramedics and policemen scattered everywhere.
The paramedics tended her mother and father, who lay motionless on the floor, marinating in a rancid, sticky pool of their own blood. Her brother, Ubel, explained what had happened, according to him. She looked in her parents' room. Everything seemed to be in place except for the blood stains everywhere.
She walked towards the front door. His father, inches away from the door, boasted gaping gashes from knife stabs in his chest and a gunshot in the side of his head.
She bent down to get a closer look of her father, her face remaining expressionless.
"I never thought a bullet could cause such a huge hole."
The paramedic attending Ubel walked towards her.
The paramedic tried to console her, but there was no need.
Not a single tear was spilled from Eleanor at that time.
Don't get me wrong, yes, she loved her parents more than anything in the world, but she knew this was going to happen.
She even knew what was about to come after this.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Finding Myself
Terror"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." Joseph Conrad ..... Eleanor had spent her whole life with her happy-go-lucky family, at least, until a dark June night. The last day of...
