Every story have a hero,a heroine,a best friend and obviously a family.But every story is not a fairy tale. There is no happy endings to every story..... At the age of 15 i lost my parents.Add on to that misery that i lost them to eternity just a few feets away.I witnessed life leaving them,the shining of their eyes slowly fading away. Till today their blood soaked faces appear in my sleep haunting me down. They were my parents, still doctors say their dreams are nightmares. They say to fight those dreams,no nightmares, the demons of my past, which happen to be my beloved families faces.. And even after 3 years of what they call fighting i still remember them.The only problem is that the sweet memories ain't the ones that comes to my mind when i think about them. Instead i see their blood,their lifeless bodies (which i still refuse to call dead bodies) And here i stand with nothing more than an empty house with haunting memories and a lifeless body which i call mine,which seemed to have lost interest in literally everything..... This is my story..Story of my dreaded life which seems to lack a replay or even a play button......
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