The Unseen Pursuit

The Day Everything Changed

I was at home, settling in for the night, when I heard the door burst open. My heart raced as I snatched the nearest weapon - a kitchen knife - and prepared to defend myself. But it was too late.

They were everywhere. Men with guns and masks, storming into my house and shouting orders. I had no idea who they were or what they wanted. All I knew was that I had to get out of there.

I ran for the back door, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear the men behind me, their footsteps heavy on the floor. I was almost at the door when a hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back.

I screamed and swung the knife, feeling it connect with flesh. The man grunted in pain and let go of me, and I took the opportunity to break free. I burst out the door and into the night, not looking back.

I ran and ran, not stopping until I was out of breath. I collapsed in a heap on the ground, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I had no idea where I was or how I was going to get out of this alive. All I could think about was my family, and the fear that I would never see them again.

But I couldn't give up. I had to survive. So I forced myself to get up and keep running, even when every fiber of my being was telling me to give up. And somehow, against all odds, I managed to escape.

I was battered and bruised, but I was alive. And that was all that mattered.

I couldn't believe it. The night had passed, and I had managed to find my way back home, without a second of rest. But as I approached the house, something seemed off. The door was open, hanging off its hinges. And there was an eerie silence that filled the air.

I hesitated for a moment, fear clutching at my heart. But I knew I had to go inside. I had to know what had happened to my family. I took a deep breath and stepped through the door.

The first thing that hit me was the smell. The smell of death, it was everywhere. I covered my nose and mouth, trying to block out the stench as I made my way through the house.

And then I saw them, lying on the floor in pools of blood. My mother, my father, my brother. All of them had left me.

I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe it. They were gone, and it was all my fault. If I hadn't run, maybe they would still be alive. But that I would never know, were they here for me, but why would they want me? or were they here to kill my family? I had a hundred questions building up in my mind, but I had no answers and no one to answer me.

I don't know how long I stayed there, weeping and mourning. But eventually, my tears dried up and a burning anger took their place. I vowed to find the people responsible for this and make them pay. I would have my revenge, no matter what it took.

It would be shocking to think that a 19 year old can have the courage to comeback to life, after having to escape from her own house due to a possible gang attack and then making her way back to see all that she loved was gone, but being a part of a family involved with the special forces, my mother would say that I have the attitude and the courage to become like them.

My mother has now left me, but her words remain. I stood up, my heart filled with determination. I would not rest until justice was served. I left my house behind, not looking back. I had no reason to stay there any longer. My family was gone, and there was nothing left for me except for pain.

I stumbled through the streets, barely aware of my surroundings. I was in a daze, my mind numb with grief. I don't know how I managed to find my way to my uncle and aunt's house, ending up at their doorstep.

They opened the door, their faces etched with concern when they saw me. I must have looked a sight, my clothes torn and stained with blood, my face pale and drained.