After that lonely day I went home to see the police at my house. All I thought of it was "Oh more drug." I got closer I recognised there was like 100 police men, I began to run. I got home and the police officer said I couldn't go in. I told him this is my house and what's going on? He took me inside and sat me on the couch and said that before I go to my mothers room I have to not freak out. I said "ok so what's going on!" The police officer took me up stairs into my mothers room... Where she was still on the floor with a Brocken beer bottle through her head. She had 3 shots through her heart and her arms all cut just like her neck which also have bruises all over her. I was asked by the police officer to wright a statement about Peter and his friends. I was finally done...
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The last black tulip
Short StoryNick home had no where to go when he was little with his step dad at home and getting bulled at school he was alone, or was he..?
