The Hero Of Courage

Chapter 1 - Death on the horizon

As the car rolled up the driveway I saw my father step out of the car like he did every night at 6. But tonight was different, a lot different. As my father stepped out of the car, the bullet tore through his chest, the shooter was never caught. That moment changed me, it changed everyone but I felt something snap, I was getting hotter and hotter, I screamed and ran out the door, not to my father lying on the ground bleeding to death. But to the shooter, I needed to hurt him, and as I ran the ground flew underneath me, I was going faster and faster but as I ran I thought about why my father was shot, and at that I stopped and walked back to my family who had all stopped at the body of my now lifeless father. I miss him, but I know that if he could see me now I know he would hate what he saw.

The funeral happened a few days after the post mortem, even though we all knew how he died I assumed that they wanted to see if they could find evidence about the killer but nothing came up. I cried and I'm not ashamed to admit it. In his will he left me nearly evrything, he gave my mother the house that his parents had given him along with his money that had been in a private account for emergency's, he gave my brother his collection of hotwheels cars and then everything else went to me, probably because I'm the oldest. I'll always remember him and for the next century I did.