Sincerely, me

Prologue

Hellooo! This is a new story I've been working on after having a writers block in like 6 months:( But anyways I hope you enjoy and don't hesitate to comment any writing mistakes cause I can bet I have many of them.

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My life got turned upside down as two armed men broke into my house in the middle of the night. They shot my dad in the stomach, and then a second time in the head. I watched as my dad's body fell to the floor, a large puddle of red forming around his lifeless body. One of the intruders took my screaming mother to the living room, but her screams still echoed throughout the house.

The man left pointed his gun towards me and my six year old brother. I pushed Noah behind me, silently begging the man to leave us alone. He smiled wickedly at me before putting the cold gun against my forehead. My hands were sweating as they held onto Noah behind my back. My eyes never left the mans. Despite a ski mask hiding his face, his grey eyes were all I needed to see to understand that it was the devil who were standing before me.

He told me to show my hands. I squeezed Noah before showing him my trembling hands. Grinning the man took my right hand and took a knife from his back pocket. He pierced my skin with the knife and I let out a scream of surprise and pain. Noah were screaming at the man, coming out from behind me to hit him. The man took his gun and shot Noah right between his eyes.

The whole world went black, and suddenly I could hear the other man's loud panting as he was assaulting my mother on the same couch we had only an hour before sat in together and watched Frozen. My dad was laying only a few meters in front of me with two bullets inside him. And Noah... My baby brother who had only been in this world for six years laid right next to me. His eyes were open giving me a last glimpse at his beautiful blue and green eyes.

The man who had destroyed my family laughed as he tackled me to the ground and continued drawing with the knife on the thin skin that is my wrist. I could hear my heartbeat in my ear and pressure from where he had pierced my skin. But otherwise than that, I was numb. If there was a God, I begged him to take me. To get me away from this horrible place.

When he was done, I felt a burning in my stomach as his steps faded.

Despite the pain, I managed to reach out my left hand towards Noah. I brushed his hair just like I did whenever he had a nightmare.

With a trembling voice, I whispered,

"Schhh... you can rest now bebe. You can sleep."

With my weak fingers I closed his eyes and gave in to the darkness as sirens started shouting a couple of blocks away.

My uncle George is a police officer. One of the best in the LAPD actually, and the night of my family's murder he was doing some late night work by his desk. Investigating a kidnapping and following up on a lead. Before he could head home though, he heard from a fellow officers walkie talkie that a neighbor had heard shots from a house and then seen a car speed away. He told me the moment he recognized the address, he ran as fast as he could to his car, put on the sirens and didn't stop for anything or anybody.

Several police cars had already arrived to the scene, putting up yellow police tape and covering bodies. My uncle got in just in time to see his dead brother in his eyes as they covered him up. He gasped as he then looked to his right and saw my mother laying in her own blood on the coach. Her robe were bloody on the back from the assault.

But nothing, no pain, is compared to what he felt when he saw my brother laying beside me, my hand still on his head as they used the defibrillator on me. He rushed to my side as sobs shook his whole body.

He took my hand and started praying to God for me to come back. And I did. 

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