Gunshot Through My Heart (Completed)

Prologue

(The year 2007)

Papa brought her a new Barbie yesterday. All day, she just kept playing with it in her room. She loved the beautiful doll with golden hair and pointy feet. She wanted to be just as beautiful as her when she grew up. With her tiny brush, she brushed her Barbie's golden locks, giggling and singing the lullaby that her mummy always sings for her.

She stopped singing when she heard the front door open. 'Mummy is back', is what she thought as she excitedly took her doll in her hands and ran out with her tiny bare feet.

She ran through the corridor of her home. As she reached the entrance of the living room, a huge curtain was blocking the view of the outside. She was about to fly open the curtains and run to her mummy with open arms, but her bare feet stopped as she heard, instead of her mother's melodious voice, the voice of some strange men speaking soo loudly and hoarsely that it made her flinch. She hid behind the curtains.

She also heard Papa outside. So with her little fingers, she opened the curtains a creak to peek. Papa was leaning back towards the tall showcase, he looked scared but still, he stood tall. In front of him, she saw a young boy. His hands were shaking as he held something in his hand that he pointed toward Papa. It was a gun like she saw in the movies. The young boy looked so sad and scared.

'What is he doing? Is he going to hurt Papa?'

"How can you fall so low? You're making a young boy do your dirty work?" Papa hissed.

"Young boy?" There was another voice and that voice laughed in a sinister way.
"He's not a young boy now, he's a man. Am I right?"

She noticed that behind the boy, was a tall man dressed in black, but she couldn't see his face.

She was scared now, she wanted to run to her father, but her feet were glued to the ground.

A loud sound, followed by her father's scream, made her shut her eyes and cover her ears. When she opened her eyes fearfully, her big brown orbs opened wider as she saw him sitting on the floor holding his chest in pain. Red liquid began covering his hand and his white shirt. He seemed like he was hurting soo much.

"P... Papa." Her voice came out in a whisper as tears streamed down her horrified face. Her father looked at her and smiled a little before closing his eyes forever.

She saw the feet of the man getting close to her. Hugging her doll, she ran to the little cupboard hiding inside, closing the door. Exactly how she was taught, and covered her mouth with her hands. The footsteps became louder and eventually stopped.

Scared, tears falling continuously, her heart was beating soo loud. The footsteps started again and soon became distant and disappeared.

Minutes became hours, hours became days. She was scared, hungry, and thirsty, but no one was coming. It was soo dark and her eyes were closing.

A white light shone over her closed eyelids. Her eyes were heavy and she was too weak.

"Oh, God!"

She opened her eyes weekly to see a man sitting outside the cupboard as he stretched his hands towards her holding her gently...