Let me briefly explain what exactly I mean. My name is Maggie Lindemann. I'm 21 years old and I live with my sister Sophia, and we live in London. But I'm soon moving out. You're probably wondering "What happened to your parents?". Well, dear reader, that is a very grim question, but I'll answer it anyways.
My parents didn't die of a disease or an accident, no. It was murder. First off, my mother Lauren, never really got along with my father Marcus( as far as I know). My mother never really cared for me, whereas she treated Sophia like a goddess. I never really understood why she didn't like me, but soon, I'd hear the whole truth.
It was on the night of my 11th birthday, I never really had birthday parties since my family couldn't afford much. I was sitting in my room with Bailey. As always, my parents were in the sitting room screaming their ears off. I would usually break down during these episodes, but no, that night was my birthday and I was not going to act like a baby.
I never payed too much attention to my parents' arguments, until I heard my mother yell out that I was a "bastard child" and how she "never wanted me in the first place". I would've broken down at this point if it wasn't for Sophia bringing me into a warm and long embrace.
Then, there was complete silence. It was very unusual for their arguments to end so quickly. They would usually go on for hours. After a few moments had passed, I decided to go downstairs( me being the curious child I was ). I wanted to know what had shut them up so quickly. When I finally reached the kitchen, I saw her. My eyes immediately shot to the bloody knife in my mothers shaking hands, then I saw my fathers lifeless body. Then, I looked back at her. I stood in the doorway, frozen like a statue.