Blood and screams were all that surrounded me. I was a 7 year old scared end alone. I had somehow got the safety setting off the gun and shot my friends. I didn't mean too. As all this was happening the neighbors might have heard the screams and gunshot so they called the police. My parents reached home while the policemen were there.
My mother started cursing at me. My father was getting ready to hit me. His eyes were raging and looked like he would kill me as soon as he got his hands on me. My siblings were curled up in a corner and screaming I felt like a monster but whatever happened was unintentional. The police cuffed me and took me to the police station. No one even tried to bail me out. I was left all alone.
After a few days the jail cell was opened it was the day of trial. I was found guilty and was sentenced to 7 years in jail. Life in jail wasn't half bad. People like me were also there who were sentenced to a punishment either because of a misunderstanding or because they were unfairly put there.
Nov 19 2009 . The date I was released. I went to my family house. On the way people sneered and scoffed at me. When I reached the house I started becoming nervous a bad feeling at the pit of my stomach. My hands shivered as I knocked on the door. My mother opened the door and her face fell. She called over my father and they both talked about something unknown to me. They both turned my father came outside dragged me by the hair and threw me on the road. Tears started to stream down my face and I ran away.
