Capítulo 2: Flashbacks
"Where are we going Oistin?", mumbled Orla as she sobbed. "I think someone is trying to hurt mom and dad. I saw mom bleeding. Shouldn't we help them?" asked Orla to Oistin, while bawling her eyes out. "I know you want to help mom and dad, but if we go to help them now the bad guy might catch us and hurt us as well. So it's better if we just run. Okay?", said Oistin trying to sound as comforting as he could to Orla. But how could he comfort someone when he was the one who needed to be comforted? His parents have just passed away. "How am I supposed to live? Well, mom and dad were being a bitch. Not gonna lie they kinda deserved it. Don't worry Oistin, you're free!", Oistin thought to himself.
"How old are you and your sister?" asked the police officer to Oistin. "I'm fifteen and she's seven", Oistin answered. He had just reported the scene to the police. The officer offered them to sit as he interviewed them. "Did you see who tried to hurt your parents?", He asked Orla. "A cat did it.", Orla answered, an imprint of raw fear on her face. "A cat?", the officer uttered confusedly. "YES A CAT!" Orla shrieked in terror as tears rolled down her face as if it was rain on a window pane. "Did you see who hurt your parents?", he asked, this time to Oistin. "No.", he replied. "What were you doing when this happened?" the officer interrogated Oistin. "I was out at a party.", Oistin responded. "Do you have any relatives around here?", he questioned to which Oistin said, "My Aunt Eimear and Uncle Liam live in our old house, can we go there?", queried Oistin.
Eimear and Liam quickly took Oistin and Orla in their custody, and they left for their home. "What if someone tries to hurt Aunt Eimar and Uncle Liam just like they hurt Mom and Dad?". She couldn't stop crying because of how scared she was. She was scared to close her eyes, even to blink, thinking that if she let her guard down someone would come to attack her. She kept her eyes open for as long as she could until she fell asleep. She was awakened by the sudden terror of her nightmare, the same scene she saw at the house, how her parents got hurt by a cat, and how it stabbed her parents time and time again, not caring if they were alive or dead. She was reliving that memory over and over and over, which seemed worse than the eternal tortures of hell.
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