I opened my eyes and I felt a cold wind pass over me .
There was something in my nose and something attached to my arm. I could hear the beeping of a machine as my heart kept in beating.
I tried to get off the bed but a nurse rushed to my side and but me back in bed.
A gentleman was standing at the door with a red envelope . He walked into the room and looked at me with no emotion.
He placed the envelope next to the hospital bed and left.
I picked up the envelope and in it the report of the fire. My parents had been murdered and my little brother burnt to death. It appears he was hiding in his closet and was too scared to come out .
My eyes filled with tears an action I had gotten all too used to.
My whole family dead.
I will find who did this!
I will make them pay I said in anger .
After recovering I set out from the hospital to a motel in the neighborhood near our house.
I had determined that others had to feel the way that I felt .
I started to plot I was going to look for a family just like mine and make then feel what I felt.
Why am I the only one who is experiencing this pain?
The plan begins .