I remember the day my world fell apart. It was a day I will never forget, a day that changed my life forever. My mom and dad were taken from me in a cruel twist of fate. My father was killed by a villain. He called himself the Hero Killer, Stain. And a stain he was, spreading his twisted beliefs and causing pain and suffering wherever he went. But I had no time to fully swallow this bitter pill because a year later, my mother passed away from unknown causes. I was only twelve years old, and my whole world was shattered.
My elder brother also struggled to cope with the situation, and that's when things took a turn for the worse. Despite being just eighteen, he had to shoulder all the burdens left by our parents. Looking back, I should have recognized his pain, but I was too absorbed in my own sorrow.
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The ride back home was silent. No surprise. After all, what was there left to talk about? We had lost our parents, and the shock of it all still lingered within us.
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