The place smelled of alcohol and puke. All those teenagers grinding on each other. The couple making out for everyone to see.

I hate parties, even if it was for the end of the school year. I’m not a fan of drinking and hooking up with random strangers.

But most of all, I hate crowds of people that are to oblivious to notice the fact that they were throwing away all their dignity just for one stupid night.

I decided that I had enough of this hell hole and headed to the front door.

Two feet away from the door a fight broke out.

The guy brought his arm back and smashed his fist in the other guy’s face easily breaking his nose.

Tears made their way to my eyes as I ran past the drunken crowed to the back door and finally to my car.

I hate violence.

I ran to my car door and collapse to the ground crying.

All I could hear was the cracking    of the other guy’s nose.

All I could see was the guy’s fist smash his face.

“Dear Katarina, how bout I take you upstairs and give you a real reason to cry.” A voice came from next to me.

I dried my tears and look up at Aleksander.

The alcohol and pot got the best of him. His black hair that usually stuck out all over the place was plastered to his forehead. His bright green eyes were now slightly red. He looked like crap.

“Go to hell Alek!” I yelled as I got in the car and locked the doors.

Ignoring my still shaking hands I started the car and pulled out of the drive way.

The 20 minute drive home took forever, but I was glad because I didn’t want to explain the hands and tears to my parents.

The dark sky made everything look blue and kind of underwater like.

When I got home, my eyes were back to their normal brown color and my hands were still. It looked like I ad never cry, except for the headache and the tiredness but I can blame that on the party.

I opened the front door and walked over to my dad’s study.

“Hey dad I’m back.” I said.

His chair was facing the opposite direction so I couldn’t see his face.

“I’m going to bed, I love you.” I continued as I walked over to kiss his cheek.

When I reached his chair the first thing I noticed was the blank look in his eyes. Then it was the bullet hole in his forehead.

Screaming, my knees gave in and I dropped to the floor. I pushed myself away from my dad until my back hit the wall.

Tears formed in my eyes once again as my breathing felt shallow and my hands started to shake. This time the pain was worst. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest.

Oh my God, he’s dead!

A noise game from upstairs cut me out of my freak out.

My mind registered one thing... Mom.

I ran out of the study and towards the stairs.

A loud gunshot ran in my ears as I saw my mom clutch her stomach and tumble down the stairs.

At this point I stop breathing and I collapse next to my mother’s dead body.

The man started walking down the stairs towards me. I knew he was going to kill me.

I had seen everything, I couldn’t live anymore.

His gun pointed at me.

I held my breath as I heard once again a gunshot ring in the silent night.

“Not today Omar.” A voice came from behind me.

Omar fell down the stairs and landed right next to me. I couldn’t help but look at the emptiness in his eyes... just like the look my dad had.

I turned around and looked at the man that saved my life.

“You remember me Katarina?” He asked with his arm wide open.

“Uncle Marcos!” I cried as I ran into his arms.


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