Silence interrupted the conversation. Then I realized that my dad had hung up the phone.

I ran into the room where my mom was laying. Her head was covered by the white sheet. On the whiteboard, it said, ‘Time of death, 6:17 a.m.’ I laid down next to my mom and gave her the goodbye kiss that I had never gotten. Why did you fucking have to die mom? Why? Tears started streaming down my face like an overflowing waterfall, and I couldn’t stop. I ran; out of the hospital and all the way home. I didn’t worry about my mom’s car. I just ran.

I arrived home, and saw lights on in the kitchen. I hesitated, but slowly walked up the steps. I had expected to see my dad waiting at the front door, but he wasn’t there. I walked into the kitchen, but surprisingly he still wasn’t there. I walked over to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, but the fridge was empty. I checked the pantry; no food. My heart starting pounding against my chest. I tried turning the faucet on to get a drink of water but the water wouldn’t even turn on. I went upstairs to my dad’s office to see if he was there. He was there all right, but he was dead.

There was a knife in my dad’s hand covered with dark, red blood. He had stuck it in his stomach, and had bled a lot. There was a pool of blood under his stomach, and I could tell he was dead.  Immediately I called 911, but I knew it was too late. I had lost both of my parents in one day. I didn’t have any family left. I was an orphan.

I screamed, and sobbed my head off until the ambulances got to my house. Instead of taking my dad in the ambulance, the took me. They put my dad in a bag and on a stretcher, because he was already dead. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. As the ambulance took my dad away, I just kept screaming. Everything that I loved was gone. I tried to bite one of the paramedics, but they gave me a pill to help me calm down.

When we got to the hospital, I tried to run away. I tried to make them let me go, but they wouldn’t. They even put handcuffs on me so I wouldn’t scratch or bite anyone. Then, they took me to a room and made me put on a hospital gown. I was long and skinny, so the gown fell from my shoulders and almost slid off.

“But I’m not fucking sick sick!” I yelled, “ FUCKING NOT SICK!” A doctor made me sit at a table across from her. They started asking me questions, but I wouldn’t talk. I would just scream. I wished it was just a bad nightmare and that I could just wake up! Why was this happening to me?

One of the questions they asked was if I had any other family members. I knew that all of my grandparents had died, and neither of my parents had spoken about having any brothers or sisters. But, if I said that I didn’t have any family left, I would be an orphan. I didn’t want to be an orphan, I just wanted to go home! I didn’t answer as usual. They went to a separate room to talk, but they were stupid enough to leave me alone in the room. I was a fast runner, so I got out of my seat and walked to the door. It was locked but I had a bobby pin in my hair. I picked the lock, and ran for my life.