It felt as if I had been waiting all my life for this moment. All the revenge seeping through my veins mixing with the blood, strength and courage my mother gave me to keep me alive 17 years ago has finally subsided. I owe it all to my parents who had risked their lives to save me so that I could grow up and avenge for them.
Brought up by my not-so-loving grandparents, who decided long ago that my father was a disgrace to my family, I never really had a memorable childhood. When I was five, I picked up my first book which was gifted by my loving aunt, who despite the cruelty of my grandparents, decided to love me as her own. Under her watchful eye, I studied diligently and when I was eleven years old, I received an offer letter to enter one of the most prestigious schools ever. Sigh! If only my parents had been around. Why did they leave this world so soon?
At that time, I really knew nothing of my parent’s past and I was told by my ignorant grandparents that they were killed in a fatal car crash but oh how wrong they were. I found out during my time in this school that my parent’s demise was not from an accident but that it was the consequence of a cold blooded murder. I did not wail upon the revelation of this news as my eyes have no tears left to weep given my trials and tribulations since their death. Instead I was filled with rage. Revenge penetrated my veins. I was drying to learn more about the perpetrator.
It quickly dawned on me from the related facts that this was a crime of passion. Where was the killer? I was longing to hunt HIM down. I started to live a double life and hatched a plan to bait the murderer. I was the nice, polite smart girl during school hours but after that I was a mastermind, planning, finding out, searching for all the answers that my heart sought. At last, when I was in my last year at high school, I had collected the full story. I had never felt better when I found out that the scumbag was right in front of my nose the whole time. Well, fate had its way of playing out I guess.
Luna was her name. She had the ability to turn heads by just walking down the hallway. Luna did not want to be the center of attraction but she was just like her name suggest. “The beautiful moon” was the quote to describe her. Then one day she fell for someone. This person was in her year and his name was Jamie. Jamie was one of those guys who was not exceptionally popular or handsome. But something told Luna that he was the one. But what Luna did not know was that someone else was obsessed with her. A more popular guy, John, who was her senior, fancied her. He lured her with flowers, chocolates, teddy bears, poems and the whole works, but Luna only had eyes for Jamie. Even a hundred roses on Valentines from her admirer did not melt Luna’s heart.
John started to become jealous with every rejection. He eventually spiralled into depression when Luna and Jamie got engaged as Luna became pregnant.. He despised Jamie from the start. The sight of his face just made him feel very, very angry. All this overwhelming emotion transformed into pent up revenge. He decided to wait until the right time to strike. Exactly 3 years later - December 15th 2006, 10 days before Christmas as the family of three was enjoying an evening in their living room, John crept into Luna and Jamie’s house through the kitchen. He took the nearest weapon that he could find. A knife. He stormed into the living room and straight attacked Jamie. Then he started stabbing Luna. Luna’s piercing screamed echoed around the silent neighborhood, waking the neighbors. Both Luna and Jamie bled to death. The killer fled. He had forgotten something really important. He forgot about the little girl that was going to grow up and avenge for her parents. The little girl was fast asleep in her room hence, escaped unhurt.
I walked into my math teacher's homeroom. He was sitting in his chair with his half moon spectacles perched at the tip of his crooked nose, peering at his students’ school work. He looked up and exclaimed. “Ah Lavender! How nice to see you! Would you like to take some extra exercises on geometry?” I looked up and smiled, clutching my compass in my iron grip. Today was going to be a good day. I knew what I had to do. Mum, dad this one’s for you!
