Screams.
Bullets.
Dark.
That's all I saw.
All I felt.
He came towards me and raised to gun to us.
My mother and I.
He pointed it at me.
I closed my eyes tight.
I heard the gunshot.
But I felt nothing.
I opened them to see my mother dead in front of me.
She had taken the bullet.
I sob escaped my parted lips.
He smirked as he grabbed me a lifted me up.
His smirk scared me.
As I was dragged away from my dead family.
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