Chapter 3

Lillian's Pov

I screamed at the top of my lungs, unable to process what was happening in front of me. Tears streamed down my face as I fell to my knees, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

The scene was gruesome, and my mind could not wrap around the idea of my parents lying dead in a wooden box. Tears streamed down my face as I began to wail uncontrollably, the weight of the situation crushing me.

As I turned to look at Sarah and her parents, they too were crying, and their faces were full of sorrow and despair. It was clear that they had not played a prank on me, and that the situation was all too real.

"No! This isn't possible. They can't be dead!"

My mind raced with questions. Who could have done this? Why did they kill my parents? How was I going to live without them?

The Peters family rushed over to comfort me, but their words fell on deaf ears. I couldn't believe that my parents, the people who loved me more than anything in the world, were gone forever.

I heard a distant police siren and I knew that I had to stay strong for them. I wiped away my tears, got up from the ground, and walked toward the officers to identify the bodies.

As I approached, I saw something lying next to my parents. It was a note, written in my mother's handwriting. I couldn't bring myself to read it, but I knew that it held the answers to my questions.

The police officers ushered me to the living room and sat me down on the couch. They started asking me questions about my parents, trying to gather any information that could help them solve the case.

My mind was still reeling from the shock of finding my parents' bodies, and it was hard to focus on what they were saying. But eventually, they told me that my parents would have to be buried today due to the severity of their injuries.

My heart sank at the thought of having to bury my parents so soon. But I knew that I had to be strong and make the necessary arrangements.

"I understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The officers left, and I made my way to my room to change into a black outfit. I rummaged through my closet, trying to find something appropriate to wear to my parent's funeral.

As I got dressed, memories of my parents flooded my mind. I remembered all the times they had taken care of me when I was sick, the times we had spent together on family vacations, and the love and support they had given me throughout my life.

Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how much they meant to me and how much I would miss them.

But I knew that I had to be strong for them, just like they had always been strong for me. I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, and made my way out of the house to attend their funeral.

Mr. and Mrs. Peters ushered me inside their car and we drove down to the cemetery with the police car leading us with the corpses in the ambulance.

As we drove down the quiet road, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness inside me. My parents were gone, and nothing could bring them back. I felt lost and alone.

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from behind us. I turned to look out the back window and saw a car tailing us, swerving wildly on the road.

"What's going on?" I asked, my heart racing.

Mr. Peters accelerated the car, trying to put some distance between us and the car behind us. But the car kept getting closer and closer, and I could see that the driver was drunk.

"Call the police!" Mrs. Peters shouted, frantically searching for her phone as the driver tried to corner us.