They were coming for me.
I knew it. I could feel it.
I reached under my mattress and grabbed my new gun.
I crept through the mansion. Slowly , Steadily.
I saw my mom first.
Then my dad. Then my little brother, Jody. He was only 3 years old. They were surrounded in blood. They were suffering. I had to end it. I shot them.
I was too stunned by their butchered bodies I couldn't do much else.
Then I saw HIM. He walked up to me. " Baby, I did all this for you. So we could be together"
I was infuriated! All of my emotions were now one big bomb ready to explode on impact by just the right amount of force. Not too less force that it won't explode. Not too much that I explode with it.
I cocked my gun. He dropped his knife. I cried. He smiled .
I pulled my gun to my temple. Ready to pull. If they die, I die with them.
He tackled me. I shot him.
He died. I lived.
They died. I lived.
They died.
They died.
They died.
They died...
I killed them.
I deserve to die.
Why aren't I dead?
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Purgatory
FantasyBrailyn Althea Joii is just like any other teenage girl. Sometimes snobby , friendly , never overly kind. She is feisty with good intentions, most of the time. One day she awakens to find she has lost her perception of time. Seconds could be hours...
