Tears fell down my cheek and I struggled to not choke. I stare across my dorm room, Why? why me? I stood and my arms dropped to my sides in defeat. This morning, exactly two hours ago my parents were murdered by a man when they refused to give him something. I looked down at the phone in my hand and growled in annoyance. I couldn't come into understanding the cop that was on the other side.

"Mr. Salt? are you still there? I understand if your angry or depressed but everyone will die and..."

"Shut up!" I yelled, the cop on the other end had called five minutes ago and he didn't even care if he got in trouble. "What do you know! My parents died in cold blood, and no one has done anything! Where is the man who killed them? What have you done so far? Why are you police if you can't take the meaning of helping people!"

"Sir, we did not catch the man who killed your parents and..." I threw the phone across the room with force and watched as it hit the wall with a sickening crunch. I couldn't take it. My mother told me that today she would take me to my favorite pizza place. My father promised to take me to the Aquarium. Now how can they do this to me? I have been the best I can. I got straight A's, I paid for all my lessons, and I always helped my parents the best I could. That night you could say I cried myself to sleep.

One month later:

It has been one month since my parent's funeral and the police have done nothing. I had gone to the station every Friday to talk to the sheriff. One day while talking I found a case in the trash when the sheriff left I looked at it to see it was the case for my parents. They just gave up the next day, typical. I had tried my best to save money, but I was running out. I had tried to reach my parents' account, but it was a failed mission. Every day I would look at the pictures of my parents and tried to remember what they did in there life. My mother was an archaeologist and always spend her time on the muddy floor of a jungle, or the sands of Egypt. And all I knew about my father was that he was never at home, he spends his days out of state working for his boss. I growled in annoyance, the guy is going to pay, you can't just kill some people and get away with it. He did some research on the murder of my family and found the name of his parents killer. His name is Ghibli Grant. he started to write down the information I found about this guy when I got a phone call. Ugh, I'll just let it ring, about five minutes later the voice mail came on. 'Please leave a message after the tone, Beep' silence then,

"Mr, Salt this is Policeman Saken, we are calling you to tell you that it's time for you to be sent to an Orphanage, and... "

"This is Willian Salt, what do you mean Orphanage?" He yelled in anger. " Why would I go there? I can take care of myself."

"Sir, we are just trying to help. You won't be able to survive alone in this world. "

"If you are trying to help me, then why don't you just go find the murderer. That would be a lot of help for me."

"Sir, we really want to. But the case is closed now. There is no more thing we can do about that. All we can do is we will help you to get to the orphanage. So, please be ready tomorrow at 9 a.m. we will send a car to pick you up."

"You guys should die instead of my parents." and I hung up. Anger and anxiety exploded throughout my body. I didn't know how to start my life again. I knew that I can't face the world by himself. But both my parents were gone. After my parents' death, all my relatives left me, I tried to call them once but they hung up when I said my name, I tried to. I had left no one to trust. And now, the police are also hopeless. I packed things as I thought about how I was being unlucky and alone. I tried to hold back the tears. I tried to remind myself that those people didn't deserve to make me cry. However, without intention, I cried so deeply. After a long hard night, I finally fell asleep.

Well,... People might say I was lucky. Just before I left my house, the orphanage contacted that I was adopted. Although there were many children waiting to be adopted, those parents said they wanted only me. People were happy for me although I wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad. The police took me to a place that I am really familiar with. Then, the car stopped in front of my old school. I had to leave school after the incident as I didn't have any guardian. Tears filled my eyes again as I looked at my school. Then, the car suddenly stopped and the police led me into another black car. After the police talked for a while with the man in sunglasses, he left. Later, I had no idea where I was going as the windows of the car were all black. They drove for a long way and I took a nap several times. Only twice, the car stopped and made me have my food in the car. Finally, they reached their destination. When I came out of the car, the thing I saw was the huge building surrounded by many smaller ones. As I entered the building, I had no idea that all my information and history had been washed away.