"Happy 5th Birthday, son!" My parents shouted showing me a vanilla birthday cake with 5 candles.
"Merci, Maman and Papa!" I replied beaming.
It was my 5th birthday. Everything was perfect. Birthday cake. Presents on the table. I have two loving parents. My father is the senior chief of police. My mother is a teacher for kindergarten. After eating some cake and opening my presents, we decided to go to the cinema to watch Lego Batman. I thought my life couldn't get any better.
Until tragedy struck.
On the way home, we were ambushed by a mugger. He wore a black hoodie with grey jeans stained with mud and beer. He grabbed me from behind and held me at gunpoint.
"Give me your wallet and any valuables you have. NOW!" The mugger demanded.
"Take what you want. Just let our son go. Please." My father begged.
"Don't kill our son. I'm begging you!" My mother sobbed.
"Wait. I know you. You're the senior chief of police. the one who killed my brother!" The mugger shouted with rage. My father spoke in a calm voice. "You don't have to do this. I'm sorry about you're brother. Truly, I am. Just let my son go."
The mugger sneered. "You think I'm just going to spare you after you killed the person who fed and supported me! You're not bright for a cop." He threw me to the ground and aimed his pistol at me.
"No!" My father yelled and rushed towards the mugger. As quick as a whip, the mugger fired his gun at my father's abdomen. "Honey!" my mother shouted. My father fell back, holding his stomach. The mugger aimed the gun at his head. "Burn in hell" He said bitterly and fired his gun at my father's head. I watched my father slumped over. He was dead. My mother shouted at the assailant. All I heard was "Murderer".
"Shut up!" The mugger shouted and pistol- whipped my mother to the ground. I jumped to my feet and swung my fist at my father's killer. The mugger laughed and kick me in the back. I banged my head against the wall. My mother cried out my name and rushed to my aid. However, the mugger intercepted and fired his gun at her torso and again in the head.
"MAMA! PAPA!" I screamed. The mugger turned to me and smiled sadistically. "This is what happens when you play the hero. Your father shot my brother just to save a hostage. He f%cked up."
I tried to get up but I couldn't. Blood was pouring from my head. I heard people shouting and the police sirens blaring. The mugger cursed. Before he ran away, he turned to look at me and said.
"Next time we meet, you're dead." And with that, he left.
I looked over to my parents. Tears spilled from my eyes. "Maman. Papa." I felt dizzy and eventually passed out.
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