you were only 14 when your parents were brutally murdered by a random man, it happened infront of you. But you could do anything. After that you were a mess and you still are a year late, now you’re 15 living with your grandma and grandpa. Therapy every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It was now winter, Christmas was in a few days. You weren’t expecting anyone but your grandma and grandpa to be home so you walked down stairs in a bra and oversized pajama pants that used to be your moms, you did your makeup and hair before you went downstairs for breakfast. You heard your grandpa cough and when you walked into the dinning room you saw your grandma and a boy from your school, John at the table with her. He was a sociopath and people at school made fun of him daily. I never understood why though.

“Good morning grandma.” I say with a smile as I look at my grandma before I turn my gaze to John.