I'm talking right now but I can't hear my voice. No, no, no it can't be what I'm thinking right? People are definitely talking around me but I can't hear them. I'm not deaf, am I? That can't be. No, I'm dreaming right? Where am I and what am I doing here?
Replaying what happened few hours ago… I bid my parents bye then retired to my room with my headset on. Few minutes later, I'm on my way to the toilet when I heard a sound, not just a sound.
A thud.
Then another.
and another.
I had a lump in my throat and my heart beating in my ears. On my way downstairs I was welcomed by the sight of the lifeless body of my parent and Joe on the floor, the sight of them got me puking right there and then.
On gettin' there I met a a camera on a tripod recording, i made an attempt to watch just to see that my parents are being tortured. The killer started by inserting syringe into their body which after two seconds they were numb. I don't even know how he got there and when. The killer went ahead sinking his knife right into Joe's ribs followed by plucking out my father's eye and my mum's fire finger.
They aren't aware of what's going on but immediately the pain shoot right into their brain they jerked up. I watched how he ripped my father's cloth off him using his knife to trace a vein from his arm to his torso. I saw dad open his mouth with I presumed he ordered him to then the perpetrator dinked the same knife into his throat. As if that wasn't enough, he proceed to hang dad.
He did the same to mum but chopped off all her fingers before making her go through same process . After hanging them he brought out a match and set mum's hair on fire till it burns to scalp. Same for dad and same for joe. They were screaming so loud that I wondered how I couldn't have heard but remembered that my headset volume was max. After a while he removed joe's nails one by one. Joe suddenly stopped screaming, dad sensed that and he reached out to him just to get shot in his chest. Mum was fighting to break free at same time which earned her nothing but a knife in the throat. No more whimpers, no screams, no crying, just heartily laughs from the killer.
I watched the video over and over again trying my possible best to see the person's face but I couldn't all I can see is a man's body frame with broad shoulders.
Watching and rewatching for over hours, realization hits me like tidal waves. I was upstairs, doing what? Watchin' movie whilst my family was murdered. It was also like saying I killed them. I couldn't even say a proper goodbye to them even when mummy called out my name 'Racey' and when they told me they were leaving.
After a loud whistle, followed by a scream. I turned to check where the sound is coming from just to see the frame from the video right in front of me. So stupid of me to assume he'd left. Then he propelled his hand across my face which made me fall on the ground. Before I can do anything I saw him putting an iron spoon over a match and deep it into my ear.
Back to the present, I realized three things;
My family was murdered.
I'm deaf.
And I'm alone.