Finding Myself

Chapter two

Eleanor sat on the porch of her house, and she watched the ambulance take her parent's corpses to the hospital. She knew her parents were dead because the paramedics were too scared to make eye contact with her and tell her what was going on. As the ambulance retreated, it's sirens did not blare with its usual cacophony. There was no need. Her parents were dead, and there's no reason to rush the dead.

Flashbacks of the previous day flashed brightly in intervals in her mind...

She stayed quiet. That was a relief to Ubel. She knew this was going to happen eventually. Ubel had told her already.

Yet the night Ubel attacked their parents, Eleanor was hysterical.

It was a fresh September night.
Ubel was in his room. Eleanor was there as well.
Ubel looked at the clock.

One.

Eleanor was shaking, but he was mad.

Just simply mad.

"Hurry and go to your room!"

Eleanor knew Ubel was yelling on purpose.

He needed something, a distraction, to get her father's attention.

Then at that moment, their father walked in their room. Not one minute late. Just as Ubel had expected.

The father stood in the doorway and shook his head, reprimanding him for yelling at his sister.

Ubel followed his father to the parent's bedroom, "We were just playing!" he tried to lie.

Eleanor followed Ubel. As they began approaching the parent's bedroom, Ubel reached into his pocket and pulled out the gleaming, eight inch Victorinox chef knife that belonged in the kitchen.

Ubel's face was no longer his. Every sliver of emotion had left him as he raised the knife above his head. He brought it down quickly, sinking its full eight inches of stainless steel into the father's shoulder.

In his agony, the father lost his footing and turned to Ubel. Ubel, who had been holding the knife the entire time, yanked it roughly out of the father's shoulder and brought it down to his chest relentlessly, plunging the knife into his body again and again.

Clutching his profusely bleeding wounds, the father stumbled to the front door nearby, attempting to escape.

At that time, the mother was barely waking up. She saw her husband on the floor, bloodied, and her son pointing a gun at his face.

The son pulled the trigger.

Eleanor was ballistic, jumping up and down, begging the brother to stop.

Yelling.

Crying.

Banging her fists against the blood-splattered walls in desperation.

Ubel turned towards the corridor.

The mom ran down the hallway, towards Ubel, towards her husband, her hands stretched out, as if she was about to hug somebody.

Ubel just stretched his arm towards his mother.

The arm holding the gun.

And before his mother could realize what Ubel was about to do, she was already falling down the floor.

Her strength waning, she whispering her last words to the open air.

"Just keep your sister safe."

Ubel found this illogical.

A mother leaving her daughter in hands of the son that just killed the mother?

A screaming crazy Eleanor found it unreal.

Now she was in the hands of a future psychopath.

Her whole life was being turned upside down in less than an hour.

Ubel finally managed to get Eleanor to sleep.

Thy both knew that if Eleanor told on him tomorrow, she would be next.

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