1 The beginning

   "You never know the value of people you love until they are gone."

    I am Juliet Falcrum and this is how I took for granted the people who love me, how I took their love for granted.

    My parents were the most loving parents,they did everything in their power to ensure that I and my  two younger siblings had everything we needed. They were not the wealthiest of parents but they were the best parents out there but truth to be told, I didn't really appreciate their unconditional love. I talked to my parents in the most awful way. Everytime I asked my parents for something and they couldn't afford, I would walk out on them without considering their plight. The lust for expensive Gucci bags,Louis Vuitton shoes, Chanel clothes and different gold jewelries, knowing the situation we were in. I just wanted to be as wealthy as those divas at school. I would ask them for such expensive things, knowing how we were behind on rent. I usually spent my days partying with my friend Angela. I met alot of filthy rich men who could get me the designer stuff. Am I a virgin? The answer is no. I had to match up with the girls in my school. My parents found out about what I had been doing behind their backs. I had gone to the gynecologist to check my reproductive health. They have warned me about going after men to get me the expensive things and that that isn't the only option to getting bags and shoes. They have talked to me about it time without count but it all fell on death ear. I would curse them and insult them with every vocabulary I knew. I always thought that they were just horrible parents who weren't ready to make us happy. I called them stingy,bad parents and many other words. Here I am watching them, lying in a pool of blood with no life in them. Their bodies were cold. Calling their names didn't change a thing. I closed my eyes and prayed that this is a dream and that they would wake up, I was hoping that this was just a practical joke and it's not real but that wasn't the case at all, they were truly gone. No one to cater for me,no one to call when I need help,no one to blab about fashion too. I know you are probably asking what about your siblings,they were also dead, with blood around them. Why is the world so cruel? To take the people that I care about, the people who have been there. Even Angela didn't show me the love these people did. All she taught me was how to use my body to make money, that is were the guilt started eating me up. I felt so bad at how I treated my family. How I used some terrible words on them. How I never listened to any advice from them. I lusted for wealth and riches and didn't appreciate all the things they have done for me, the struggles they went through to put me through High School and yet I never saw all this. Tears started running down my face. I looked at their still faces as their eyes were shut and I couldn't believe that this is reality. This is all true. My siblings looking as calm and of course dead. I just recollected all the joyful moments,yes there were some joyful moments but majority of the memories, were me being absolutely arrogant, spoiled. My tongue peeped out to lick my dry salty lips. I placed my hand on their motionless bodies, hoping that their souls could hear my apologies and plead for their pardon. I couldn't hold back the water works each time I look back and my heart aches while the guilt consumes me. My top was completely stained with blood but I sincerely didn't care. I would do anything for them to be alive again. How I wish I could turn back time so that I could rectify my mistakes but I can't do that. They are gone and I will never see them again.