One white wall contained my abundance of thoughts. The white wall was my blank canvas. My mind a fresh new paint brush. My room was pitch black with no lights, the same way it's been my whole life. Most of the time days were a blur. The silence was broken by another thud of gunshots. It was coming closer. Suddenly, the silence turned into screams of horror. My family screaming at each other to run don't look back. My feet struck the floor like electric waves as i sprinted out the door. I looked back despite my mothers words of wisdom. Just in time to see my uncle get shot in the head. His body thudded to the floor with a bang. They were meters away my next decision determined my life. Do i run? Or do i try to help my uncle? "Angelina, run!" my mother called out. Am sorry Uncle James. I turn to my mum and my older brother and we all run as fast as we can to some where safe. Some where we will stay protected from my dad. My mother is taking us some where but she is refusing to tell us anything. We walk and walk for what feels like hours. "We can rest here for the night, let's make a little fire to keep us warm" she suggests. I look at Ezra my older brother and he gives me a nod reassuring me that it's going to be okay. A few hours later we set up the campfire and we set up our pop up tent and our sleeping bags by now it is 12:17am. Me and Ezra are staying up a bit later having our usual late night talks.
