I hear a loud bang. A really loud bang.
I recognise it instantly. It was the sound I had heard as,one by one, each of my siblings had committed suicide. And then my parents. And then my aunties and uncles. And then my cousins. And finally my grandparents.
I rush to where the noise came from. There's blood everywhere.
"Ah crap" I mutter. I hate blood. Walking over to the person there, I see that they've been shot in the head, the only evidence being a gun, still in the hand of the victim. This is what suicide looks like. I should know. I calmly take out my phone.
"Hello. I need an ambulance. Someone's been shot"
"What's the address?"
"I'm not sure. It's a hotel..." at that point someone else comes into the room.
"Oh no..."is all they say. I hand them the phone.
"Talk. It's 999, I mean 911. I mean - whatever number you call the ambulance on here" I say hurriedly. They nod and talk quickly to the woman. Then a man comes into the room. He glances around it once.
"Are you OK?" he asks me. I nod and he takes me out of the room. "How old are you?"
"Oh my dear sweet lord. I think you should stay out here. They'll be sending police here too, they'll want to interview you. Dear me, and so young. What's your name?"
"Erica Celestine" I sigh. His eyes widen.
"Honey, you've been all over the news for the past three years! Oh my God, I'm so sorry" the man gasps. And that there is why I don't tell people my name. Check the newspapers, I guarantee it'll have something to do with me being the last living person in my family.
The hall fills with people. I just sit back and close my eyes, and wait for it to get worse. Because I know, it will get much, much worse.