• The Stranger

    My heart was pounding. I was afraid to go in but i knew i had to.
    The body was shaking all over as my arm slowly turned the knob and carefully pushed the door open.
    I gasped.
    He was there. My grandpa, the only person i loved in my family...dead...
    He was on his rocking chair, it seemed as if he never even got out that chair, and i dont think i have ever seen him get up either!
    His eyes were still open with a look of shock spread across his pale, white face.
    He had wrinkles everywhere, just like the last time i had seen him but the only difference was the red.
    Blood.
    Blood everywhere, on the floor, on his chair, his face, everywhere.
    I tried to control myself, but couldn't help let a tear slowly roll down my cheek.
    I couldn't breathe properly and had to take a deep breath before i got my body moving again.
    I knew who did this, i was the only one who knew, but no one trusted me.
    They think im just a child, a silly kid, nothing more, but im not, i know more than they will ever know, and i will prove it to them.
    But how?
    It hit me, a trap, thats what most people do...i just hope mine would actually work...
    My face turned determined.
    I slowly wiped the tear and made a promise.
    A promise that i would avenge my grandpa and get rid of the murderer.
    For good.