Wanted alive

 Sia It’s my sixth birthday . I am looking forward to celebrating it all alone by myself . I looked at them, none said anything .“Happy birthday to me “ I said. “Papa watch me make a wish mama help me blow out the candles “ I said I blew out my candles and clapped for myself . “I wished to someday find out who did this “ I said. I didn’t want this for my birthday I wanted a Happy home like what we used to have. I saw what they did , I couldn’t see their faces but I saw the tattoos, a mafia family I didn’t know by then . I stared at my mom and dad  they  were  nothing but cold corpses with bullet holes on their heads. I cleaned the dishes but left their cakes on the table. I had taped their bodies to the chair since they were so limp . I turned off the lights in every room except the dining room I kissed their cold cheeks and made my way back to upstairs. I was so exhausted from scrubbing the floor there was so much red .  I got in bed and took the house telephone. “This is 911 what is your emergency?” Came a voice. “Its mama and papa, they are dead” I said. The operator froze I could feel her dumbfound from my end . A seven year old calling to report the murder of her parents is not something any operator looks forward to hearing. “are they breathing? “she asked. I just said they are dead what did she want to hear next. “No , they both have bullet holes on their heads ,” I said. “And where are you princess? “she asked. “Am in my room “ I said. “is there anyone in the house ?”she asked. “No” I said. “ do you have the gun ? Did you shoot mommy and daddy “she asked Am just a kid I couldn’t even hold a gun on my own . “No I didn’t shoot, they did , they walked in shot and left “I said . "Who came darling did you see who shot them? " She asked. " No they covered their faces " I said . “Don’t be afraid dear, I have sent some cops your way “she said. “I will be asleep, “ I said. “stay on the line dear “she said. I was sleepy , all I wanted was to celebrate my birthday with my parents one last time before they were taken to the Connor's office . “Goodnight” I said and ended the call placing it on the table I stared at my bloody purple dress ,messy from scrubbing red off the carpet and floors in the living room . Mama would be reading me a bed time story but she’s no more all because of the men with holes over their face. The image was painfully printed in my head ,my mom had bought me the purple Sofia the first dress I always wanted for my birthday . I went to try it on I stared at myself joyfully at the mirror until I heard noises down stairs . I walked to where the noises where coming from they led me to the living room There were several men covered on masks that had only two holes for the eyes. They shot at mama and papa as I watched in horror firing several times making sure they were nothing but vegetables. They noticed my presence one of the men pointed the gun at me ,tears where running down my cheeks . That was supposed to be my special day all ruined forever . I looked down at mama and papa lifeless and cold . I saw a dragon tattoo on his wrist . He pointed the gun down and they walked out of the house up to date I don't know why he never shot me . The door to my room opened some striking bright light flickered in my room . “Guys I found something “came a voice . Someone touched me probably to confirm if I were still alive . “ it’s my birthday “I said. “happy birthday princess “he said. To anyone else they may think otherwise but go me this police officer wishing me a happy birthday really meant a lot to me. I hated going to the police department to record a statement . I had to relive my nightmare all over again ,even with child services there I couldn’t do anything from feeling so pained to relive the nightmare. I really wanted it to be a dream . That I would wake up to mama holding a glass of milk for me for having had a bad dream. Reality sunk in the moment I saw the conor  examine the bodies . They were gone forever. Since I was the only witness it was hard to catch the culprits I did all  I could by giving the information I saw . One thing I didn’t say was the dragon tattoo I saw on one of the men that held the gun . I presume I left out the detail because I was still haunted by the painful memory of my parents deaths in front of my eyes. I was moved into an orphanage offered counseling and therapy. I was eager to hear they caught the culprits to my disappointment they caught the wrong people .I knew from the body build of the men that shot my parents that the suspects were mistaken. The case was ruled out as a robbery as some ,vases , money and jewelry was missing in the house. It was not a robbery ,the story the police fed the media was some thieves got into our home stole the items on their way out mom tried to defend her priced possessions and got shot, papa tried to fight back and got shot. That wasn’t the worst part ,those so called suspects admitted to the crimes and given short sentences . I testified and included the man with the dragon tattoo but all fell in dead ears to the jury. Back in foster care there were dark secrets that I came to learn. The place was ran by the Catholic Church a bunch of hopeless nuns and priests who would bang each other  by night and put on the saints face by day. I ran away and found a job in a cyber café. It helped me clear my fees and hence completed school. I managed to find a website on the dark web that teaches on how to use a sniper . I know seeking help from the police wouldn’t be helpful so I opted to do things my way After a lot of research I found out who the dragon tattoo belonged to. A hitman from The Commission familia , a notorious mafia organization. I was eager to know more and the deep web provided that , information that even google wouldn’t be able to give me. The man also known as Dynamite has been a hitman for so many years . He has butchered ,maimed and bombed . His CV was chilling but I took notes of him . I realized this man may lead me to the person that gave the order for my parents to be killed ,I waited for fifteen years to finally know who cut short the lives of my parents. I set out my plan . If the police won’t help me then I can as well help myself