I was only thirteen years old, I was sitting in Spanish class. My head went down and this is how it started;
My father and I walking down an alley in the middle of the night. We turn the corner and saw a man in a sweatshirt holding a gun to a women's head. He shoots and kills the woman. We run as fast as we can but the man was faster. He caught up to my dad and told him to keep his mouth shut. He puts the gun to his lips and says " That little girl will die because you didn't save her." My dad turns his head to face me with a tear running down his cheek. I didn't know what to do. I stood there in shock with a river down my cheeks. Then the man lets go of the trigger and my dad lays there motionless and cold. The man just looks at me and laughs. I turn to run then he grabbed me by the arm and shot me in the stomach. He then looks at us satisfied and turns around to walk away...
Coming back to reality I realize ethat I was crying and had a shortness of breath. I ran out of class and straight to the bathroom. I close the bathroom stall door and brought my knees up to my chest and just sat there drowned in my own tears. After a few minutes I heard a knock on the bathroom door, " Carlianne? It's my Jess " Jess was one of my two best friends, she understands my frequent panic attacks and knows how to calm me down. " Carly breathe slowly,ok?" I do as I am told and take slower, even breaths. I stand up and open the door and Jess gives me a hug.
The rest of the day went as normal. But that night I couldn't sleep, one because my parents were fighting again and two my mind was to distracted by the thought of losing my dad.
