I stopped mid-flip which caused me to tumble down. I was sore all over but I did not care. What had happened? My stomach somersaulted. Had, no, it couldn’t be! But had anything happened to Aunt Danielle? My feet flew inside and up the stairs. I ran to Aunt Danielle and screamed. There lay my loving Aunt Danielle lying on the bed, and the sheets were soaked with blood.
“Aunt Danielle!” I sobbed, trying to find her pulse, but failing. “No, no, Aunt Danielle! Please, no!”
But it was too late – Aunt Danielle’s spirit had departed into Heaven, but she had left me all alone. I had no family, no relation, no friends. But I reached the phone with my hands shaking violently and called the police.
In a little bit, sirens howled and the police began to investigate. I was called as a witness, even though I had not witnessed anything.
“Did you see anything?” a police officer interrogated me.
“No,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I was playing in my backyard, when I heard a gunshot. I ran to my aunt but she was already dead.”
“Listen, miss,” said the police officer gently. “I know this is a big shock and sorrow, but we’ll have to put you in an orphanage.”
My heart sank. An orphanage? I couldn’t stand the thought. If only I had been with Aunt Danielle. If only. Then perhaps this wouldn’t have happened. But, who would have dreamed of this tragedy? My throat tightened as tears dribbled down my face. I was alone. And I was going to an orphanage. My whole world had turned upside-down.