Song of this chapter- stay high by hippie sabotage.
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Jada pov
Darkness was the only thing I could see, besides the moon and stars that nearly could be seen though the curtains. Could hear my sock covered feet quietly tapping on the wooden floor, as I cautioned toward my partners room. My nightmare was the only reason I needed to go in there.
I open there door, causing my dad to jolt up but relaxed as he saw my figure. As I run to him with open arms as he hugged me. He then placed me in between my mother ad him and I began to sleep.
My mothers screams woke me, felling the coldness in the are. I looked around the room to see my mother and father begging on there knees as a man pointed at gun to there temples.
My mom and father start screaming my name begging the man for mercy. I truss running to them but another man held a tight grip on my waist, by this time I was crying, kicking, and screaming waiting on what happens next.
I looked up at the man with sad eyes, util he forcefully push me into a wall with a loud bang. He held a gun to my head, and started screaming unknow words to them. my father said t was in the garden as to other men ran down stairs.
The men came back with a small metal box. I remember that box, it contains a diamond necklace my father gave me for my 9th birthday a year ago. He told me that when there out of town and I need to talk to them, to,Press the back
And a picture would appear something like a locket.
The man opened it and took a look inside. seeing nothing he became angry. and point the gun at my dad. my father told me he loved me. they shot him and did the same to my mom.
I sobbed until I could be sirens from afar. the men hurried out the house and into the night. I crawl towards my parents and kissed there foreheads as blood oozed out of them until I was forced to live the house.
That was my nightmare that soon became a reality two months later. It happens day after day, night after night for the last nine years and I still missed my parents.
I was now at the age of 19, and I still have that diamond necklace the only thing I had left that reminded me of my parents. little did the gang of men know that I hid the necklace under the floorboards ever since.
I started killing people at the age of 10 to get ride of the pain they cause me.
That dream still haunts me and I act like everything's ok when it's not. My parents death still haunts me as that sad event replays in my head every night until it became a regular thing. the details of that dream were so alike to the actual event. the smells, sounds weather, everything. It such a perfect match that it kills me inside everday
It's the reason that I am who I am, do what I do, a reason that I'm cold and dangerous inside.
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~Jada