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9 years ago
I don't want to do this anymore. I can't. No more bullying, no more whispered insults behind my back and no more living without my sister. My poor sister. Only 3 years old with so much to live for.......... murdered............right in front of me. She was so young. Dead. She died in my arms after she was shot by mistake in a drive by shooting. They drove by the wrong house. I mean I was only 6 years old. 6 years old. Now I'm the weird kid. It's not my fault I have nighmares or "episodes" during school. It's not my fault I see my sister getting killed everytime I close my eyes.......not my fault.
No here I stand. Gun in hand. Ready to end my life after only 7 years. I bet you're wondering, "Where did a 7 year old get a gun?" That's a really good question. Let's just say I don't live in the safest neighborhood. I just found it in an alleyway by my house. Sad I know right?
I just really miss my sister and I need her. She never had a chance to live. Now it's my turn to end my life. I can finally be with her and away from the horrible people in school. They always make fun of me.
I'm in my room. Gun in hand. Just as I'm about to pull the trigger my parents come home. They call my name and rush up to my room. They enter and start yelling at me to put the gun down and before I know it I close my eyes and pull the trigger. But my dad pulled the gun away and the bullet hit my mom. he rushed over to her and the gun went off again hitting my dad. In a matter of minutes I have killed both my parents.
The cops come and find me with a gun in my hand screaming for my parents. For my sister. For the end of my life. After i shot them I tried to finally kill myself but there were no more bullets. I missed my only chance to get out of here.
They take me into a cop car and take me to the station. They asked me what happened but I refused to talk. As soon as I stopped screaming I started crying. Then when I stopped crying I said nothing.
SInce that moment I haven't said a word.
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