I wake up in the middle of the night and start looking around. I see my brother peacefully sleeping on a bed on the other side of the room. Wrapped up comfortably in a blue blanket with green stripes.
I hear two people talking outside my room, one of whose voices I can recognize, my dad's. The other I cannot recognize. The more I listen, the more aggressive the voices become.
I can't tell what exactly they're talking about, but I hear the words "Quit" and "Stop" from the other guy. Afterwards, my dad snaps back with a loud curse word.
After my father dropped the curse, my brother began shifting in his bed, facing towards me. I can hear soft grunts from him as his green eyes open. I throw the blanket off my legs and slowly walk past the closet in the middle of the room. I reach his bed and kneel. I use two of my fingers to close his eyes in an attempt to make him go back to sleep.
"Shhh, go back to sleep," I whisper.
But then, I hear a noise as loud as a firework. It sounded like the tool my dad uses to get rid of snakes, his gun. His eyes jolt back open in shock. I cover his mouth.
"Don't scream."
I don't know what to do. Do I go outside or stay in my room? I look at my little brother, and he is shivering. Not because it's cold but because of fear. If I leave my room, that will mean I will have to leave him here, alone. Besides, I'd basically have to be an idiot to go outside, where it sounds like it's dangerous.
"Dad's just taking care of another snake, it's fine."
In reality, it probably isn't fine; a gunshot alone may lead me to the conclusion that he's killing a snake, but the arguing from before makes me doubt it. Either way, I am not going to scare Anra. I'm going to stay inside my room, where I can just wait it out.
And as soon as I decided to stay inside, I hear a scream, and a thump following it. I don't know who the scream belongs to; it's much easier to tell voices from people talking than people losing their voices in a very deafening manner. I am currently witnessing mental warfare within my brain again.
Even though I decided to go back to sleep, the scream is starting to change my mind. I want to check it out, but it sure as heck doesn't sound like a peaceful tea party is going on.
I hear a loud snore to the left of me. Thankfully, Anra has gone back to sleep, but that's the least of my worries as of right now. What I should worry about is whatever the heck is going on outside my room.
Unsure of what to do, I begin to push myself upwards using my legs and take quiet, but large steps towards my door. I face my door, with my inner thoughts telling me to open it. I grab the doorknob and pray that it will not make any noise.
Both of my parents are sleeping on the ground. That's what I began telling myself at least. It's really dark, but I can make out one other thing: there is a man with a sword, a sword covered in blood.
My father's gun touches my feet. His gun is a very small one that you can hold with only one hand. I swipe it off the floor and aim it at the swordsman with both of my hands. But as I aim it at him, the man quickly turns and swings his swords at the barrel of the gun, freezing it. The gun gets covered in ice that then spreads to my elbows. He then made a secondary swing at my shins, freezing my feet to the ground. I can't move my legs anymore.
The man coughs and itches the right side of his blonde beard. Towering over me, he puts his hand on my left shoulder.
He takes a deep breath near my ear, "Sorry…"
The man takes his hand off my shoulder and drops a bag of coins onto the floor. And without saying another word, he bluntly leaves.
I now stand here, waiting for the ice to melt, having a bird's eye view of the corpses on the floor. The ice finally becomes weak enough to a point where I can break free. I trip onto the
floor and then realize Anra's presence in the room. He has himself stuffed into the corner of the room. I don't know when he came out of our room. Was it before or after the man left? I was planning on chasing the man down, but by now he's probably gone.
I hold the bag of coins, no, I'm squeezing it. I hate it, is this supposed to be an apology? These coins aren't even real; real coins are made out of copper. These coins are blue, like… Keyminite.
I place my pointer and middle finger against the necks of my parents, and I feel nothing.
They're dead.
I look back at Anra, "Are you ok?"
He looks down, "I feel…". Anra look back at my face, "cold."