The story was interesting. I loved the beginning because it was a bit funny, "Vanessa and David Hicks were gruesomely murdered in their home. Well, let’s just say they were slaughtered and had missing body parts" It is also intriguing, in my opinion, because it starts with a crime scene, and it talks about how gruesome it is yet at the same time uses humor to ameliorate the crime scene.

I like the fact that the protagonist seems fearless, or not scared easily by such things as murder, "And me, well I’m the narrator of this story, and also the daughter of the wealthy African American couple, Vanessa and David Hicks. Nothing special. It’s just that I’m wealthy, I’m 17 going on 18, and I walked in on the horrifying crime scene of my parents lying dead in the middle of the living room. You think I’d be traumatized by this, but I’m oddly not. I was, by the way, the one who called the police to inform them of my parents’ murder, in case you’re wondering."

I think that the police huddling her into a blanket is credible and a great detail to put out there because I've seen in movies where such a thing happens to traumatized people.

I liked that sentence "How did I really feel about my parents’ deaths?", because I believe it is a bit silly of officers to ask such a sensitive question because were she devastated she would have most likely exploded and said "How do you think I feel?", yet at the same time it's kind of expected and it's the socially accepted, almost kind thing to do when someone is suffering. You ask them how they feel then try to offer them condolences or a shoulder to cry on.

I also like that sentence because through it we glance into the mind of the character, like how she feels abnormal, weird, almost blase about everything. I like how she later clarifies things "Let me clarify this M-O-B. I mean Italians, or let’s just be honest a bunch of white men in a higher kind facility finally decided to off my mother and my father just like that, the only thing they forgot to do was to kill me, the daughter", it makes me believe that her parents played with fire by being in the mob business, or that they did not care enough about their child's safety, either they were overconfident about their safety or careless, and I guess it's a bit of both.

I liked this part "Now I know what you’re thinking, this is another cliche, revenge plot shit." After that, the narrator tells us that her parents abused her I supposed, I'm not sure but that's the feeling I get. Like they gave her love but also unwanted therapy every day or they treated her differently, in a bad way.

"Noise-canceling headphones = calmness = me humming 80’s music while dialing 911 after getting back from work; I was sent home early because I was having some kind of panic attack because an angry customer was yelling at me about an order they already ate."

The last paragraph is funny too, a great way to get reader's attention in my opinion. That customer who yelled at her should have been more understanding. If he were a real person I would have yelled back. But then I would have most likely lost the job. It's a good thing I'm not a waitress or something.

Anyway, I found your writing very interesting, and I liked it.

Hey! That story seems really interesting just by reading the opening of it, so I'm going to read and review it at the same time. Let's start!

And me, well, I’m the narrator of this story, and also the daughter of the this wealthy African American couple., Vanessa and David Hicks.

“How I feel?..” I let the statement slip from between my lips,. it sounded like a statement but mostly an internal and external question to myself and others[...]

How did I really feel about my parents’ deaths?

Let me clarify this M-O-B. I mean Italians, or let’s just be honest, a bunch of white men in a higher kind facility, finally decided to off my mother and my father. jJust like that,. tThe only thing they forgot to do was to kill me, the daughter.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, this is another cliche, revenge-plot shit. But I’m not a cliche,. I’m intelligent, but not a cliche.

Noise-canceling headphones = calmness = me humming 80’s music while dialing 911 after getting back from work; I was sent home early because I was having some kind of panic attack because an angry customer was yelling at me about an order they already ate.

Well, I am as my name says, NoobWriter, and I am a random guy trying to make the next Classic.
So, I am Crazy_Beast.
First, your prose was excellent. I mean it, I had seen far worse prose than this, so plus one for you.
Your prose did had some commas missing using semicolons would make it much better, like take this for example.
"Normal people would usually scream and cry uncontrollably if they walked in to see their parents gruesomely dead in the middle of the living room"
Sentence is fine, but adding a comma between and would make it more appealing I guess.
"Normal people would usually scream, and cry uncontrollably if they walked in to see their parents gruesomely dead in the middle of the living room"
Semicolons are also perfect for improving the quality.
"And me, well I’m the narrator of this story; the daughter of the wealthy African American couple, Vanessa and David Hicks."
You could also use "," in place of ";"

I would also advise using written forms, instead of numbers. (17= seventeen)
Peeps won't prefer a number popping without any context, and it looks better.

Well, I am sadly a second language reader, so I can't help you much.
So, good luck.
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wealthy African American couple, Vanessa and David Hicks.

I was, by the way, the one who called the police to inform them of my parents’ murder, in case you’re wondering.

Yes, I was wealthy, always keep a note on that, but my kind of meaning of wealth is that my father was in the mob business. Let me clarify this M-O-B. I mean Italians, or let’s just be honest a bunch of white men in a higher kind facility finally decided to off my mother and my father just like that, the only thing they forgot to do was to kill me, the daughter.

Noise-canceling headphones = calmness = me humming 80’s music while dialing 911 after getting back from work; I was sent home early because I was having some kind of panic attack because an angry customer was yelling at me about an order they already ate.

But for someone who has autism, I had a very calm state of mind when I first saw my parents dead on the floor.