Beginning Of The End

It's been two days since the incident, I'm still not quite sure what to make of all of this, ok let's rewind back a bit so it makes more sense.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

"Hey Oscar do you want to come over to my place?". "No thanks I got a call from my uncle he say that I need to be at home". "Alright suit yourself". My name is Oscar, I'm 19 and my parents usually are very busy with work so I've spent most of life living with my uncle who's like my second father he has been taking care of me for long time. For my Uncle to call me at this time now that's strange I should hurry home, as I was walking home I got a strange chill down my spine, I began walking faster.

When I finally got home, I straight away knew something wasn't right, there were several different parked cars that I didn't recognise.

"I'm home" as I closed the door behind me, someone came up to me and put their hands on my shoulder and softly said "over here". It was my uncle, he had tears in his eyes I didn't dare ask, I gave him a hug and followed him into the living room where there were at least ten unfamiliar people. In the middle of the room were two photos next to each other, one was of my father and the other was my mother, what was going on exactly? A woman in her 20s approached me and held both of hands with tears going down her face. "I'm sorry, both of your parents have passed".