The story of My Murder
I heard continuous gun shots, my son screaming, plates falling and I fell on the ground.
My chest hurt terribly and I groaned. I fought hard to keep my eyes open and while doing so I saw a man shooting my three year old son mercilessly. My son, my baby, died right in front of my eyes. I heard myself screaming his name and stretched my hand towards him but I was unable to reach him.
I screamed when I saw another man approach him with a gun in his hand. I don't know what I screamed about but I think it was, "Run or they'll kill you. Run!" My son looked at me and the next second I heard the sound of the gun shot. I closed my eyes not wanting to see anything. I closed my eyes wanting to wake up from this nightmare but this was a nightmare I couldn't escape from because when I did wake up I saw my son's eyes fixed on me. I wanted them to blink, I wanted them to move but his eyes never left my face.
I wish I never opened my eyes after that because when I did, I wasn't the same person anymore.My mom always said that I was strong as a bear and putting me down was never an easy task, only she didn't mean it literally. When I woke up, the doctors told me the exact same thing. I was almost dead and then something woke me up was all they told me. They called me a miracle. I survived while my whole family was dead. My name is Neina and this is the story of my murder, well almost.
When they found out that I was still alive, they brushed it off, saying I wasn't a threat. What can a woman so innocent, weak and immature do to them, they joked. They didn't know they were soon going to be proved wrong.
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