It was a regular Friday, I was walking home from school. I loved Fridays because when they were over it was the weekend. When I walked up to my house there was definitely something wrong. There were police everywhere. As I ducked under the police tape I heard an ambulance racing down the street. I ran up to the door, then I saw that our house was ransacked. Then I saw it, a small trail of red dotes. I followed the trail into her living room. As I looked up I saw the horror of my dad sprawled on the floor. He was laying there, blood spilling from his chest. His face was frozen with terror. His hand was laying in an odd position. His hand was curled up in a fist exept his index finger, that was pointing towards the closet. As I approached the door a puddle of blood formed on the floor. Carefully I opened it as I saw a body fall from inside. It was my mother! As tears fell down my face, I stared at her lifeless body. I noticed a small dagger had been plunged into her heart, and at that moment I knew I was all alone.
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Walking Towards the Light
RandomJane was having a hard life. She has seen things that are to horrible describe. As she freezes in the cold she remembers her life.
