WHY

I wake up from that horrible dream. My lungs are crying for air. I let out a big sigh of relief. As I sat up, I felt a bit wet. All I could see was blood on my clothes. I think I got my period. I went to the bathroom to freshen up, change my clothes, and brush my hair.

            Once I was out of the room and into the hallway, the place sounded very quiet. I usually wake up to my parent’s arguments. They’re kind of like my alarm clock; so annoying. Sometimes I try punching them looking for a snooze button.

            As I enter the kitchen, nothing could have caught my eye than the broken Chinas on the floor and the dust swimming in mid air. I can’t move; my body is in shock mode. The only thing that was on my mind was “What happened?”  

             I went to my parent’s room to ask them what's going on, but as I got in, I'm down on my knees. There was nothing but that redness that is tearing my soul apart. My parents are dead. I want to know who did this to them. I started looking for a knife, a gun, or anything that would have taken away my parent’s lives. As I reach out for the phone, I remember that we have surveillance cameras around the hallway. I struggled to the computer and quickly opened the tape from last night.

            I can’t see anymore. The tears that are racing on my cheeks blur my vision. It was me. How could I have done this? How come I don’t remember any of it? That’s when I realized I wasn’t dreaming. I don’t know what got into me but I feel awful. I can’t ever forgive myself for what I've done. Even if I didn’t know, I just cant. I have to pay for this.

            I dial in 911 and turn myself in. next thing I know my wrists are being handcuffed behind my back. On our way to the police station, only one word has struck my mind “why”. Why, why, why, why, why, why? I don’t know why. Once we reached to the station, they called me in for an investigation, but the only answer I could give them was “I don’t know”. They had no choice but to lock me in.

            I can hear the surveillance video playing over and over again. But here is no answer to this. I killed my parents. I killed my own parents. A police officer comes to my cell saying that I will be locked up for a long while. I deserve it.

            Days passed and I'm still here. I'm just sitting there doing absolutely nothing, as if I'm dead. I went to many investigations but I still have no answer. That day, in the dark and lonely room, I hear the rusty cell door opening. “You’re free to go.”

            I walk out of the cell, blinded as if I'm staring at the sun. Once I got out of the police station, I saw many people, many trees, and many buildings. I saw life. But there is still one thing that I can’t stop forgetting about that day. Why.