Dead Heart

Trauma

I ran behind the couch as I heard my mom scream and my father trying to fight off someone.

"Maya! Run! Save her take care of her, go far, don't look back!" I heard my dad shout at my mom. I then heard a gun shot and my mom scream in terror.

"Mike! Don't die!" She said running towards the living room. "Raya! Raya hunny, don't come out. When you get a chance, run, run and start a new life, forget about us!" My mom said crying.

I peeked behind the couch and saw my father's dead body surrounded by a pool of blood. I then looked higher and I saw mom's neck being strangled by a man dressed in big black boots, black trousers, a leather jacket and a big black coat on top. His face had a mask on, he looked like a dread doctor, and he was killing my mother!

Tears filled my eyes as I tried holding my breath not to make a sound. I was helpless, a literal damsel in distress.

The man then let go of my mom and took out a knife, before he was able to slide the knife through her throat she said her last words. "Please don't hurt her, she's just thirteen. Raya! Run, now! Run!" She said as I watched her neck being sliced and the blood dripping out.

My heart beat so fast I swear I could faint. I watched my mom choke on her own blood. Fear rested in my heart like a thick winter blanket.

He dropped my mom and looked at me like he knew I was there all along. I got up and ran toward the kitchen, before I could reach the door I felt the back of my neck being grabbed.

This is really it, I'm gonna die. I haven't even lived yet. I screamed and tried fighting out of the man's grip. When I did I ran towards the knife drawer. I opened it and took out a knife for each of my hands. The man approached me and I stabbed his torso then where I assumed his heart was, I used all my strength.

He never went down, instead he stabbed my shoulder. It hurts, it hurts real bad, but no it's just a mere pain, I don't wanna die.
I turned to the drawer again and grabbed two more knives. Thank goodness my mom had an obsession with knives. I stabbed his shoulder and swiped the other against his neck.

He fell to the floor and I think he should be dead. He must be. I then ran to the living room breathing heavily and saw my mom's dead body, her eyes still open. My eyes continually flooded up with tears.

"Mom! Mom please wake up! Please!! I can't survive alone!" I said screaming, tears falling like tap water.

I looked over to my dad who was as pale as a ghost by now. "Dad don't leave me like this."

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That was the worst day of my life, and I'll never be as  weak and as helpless as I was then. NEVER!

Hey everyone, hope the story wasn't too bloody. This is the first part and please comment on what you think. And please vote, I'd really appreciate it.

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Please check out at least one of my other stories. Utopia by Ashly Dvonga, and also To the future also by Ashly Dvonga.

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