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Unfated
By Ariadne
A Story about Love and Forgiveness,
Fate and Destiny,
Power and Tragedy
Chapter One – The Catastrophe
Life
Life is full of surprises some good, some drastic but whatever they are we don’t have the capacity to change them.
I am Justin Pleiades Parker. A second year high school student in this academy they call St. John’s Academe of Music and Parish Ministry. I’m not a music lover much more a priest-to-be-person. It’s not my decision to be here but my uncle insisted that this would be the perfect place for me to stay after the death of my parents a year ago, after they were murdered right in front of me with my eyes after their bloody bodies.
I can still recall clearly inside my head to what had happened that night, that gloomy night of Friday the 6th with a full moon right above us on that dark sparkly sky.
The day before the murder happened, we were enjoying ourselves in a resto after my graduation in the middle school. We were happy back then, it’s the happiest day of my life. I’m too happy that I ignored the fact that this day is too perfect to be true. It was half past 6 when we got home. We were surprised when we saw that the mansion was dark and all the lights were off while the gates are opened. But despite of our confusion we still entered. It was so quiet. We can’t hear anything except the rustling wind and trees nearby. When we were directly in front of the huge pair of oak main doors, I realized that no other people were here except us three. The maids, security guards and even Sparrow, the dog that I owned for almost ten years is nowhere to be found. They were all gone.
Dad opened the door beside the Driver seat and stepped outside, still confused. He told us to stay inside the car. We were left inside, me and my mom, holding our breaths as we stare at Dad’s back as he opened the main door and disappeared behind it. Minutes passed. We didn’t hear a thing, we cannot afford to speak a word because we were both too eager to hear Dad’s voice telling us to come in and that everything’s fine. But no voice was heard. Mom broke the silence, she told me to stay in the car when we heard a gunshot inside the mansion.
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