Vito hid under the table as gunshots came flying through their house.Screams echoed as everyone seeked cover all wanting to have the chance to see another day.As he crumbled to tiniest bit his hands and body became pale so as to speak as he had endless thoughts that were enough to even make the noise sound like a whisper.His eyes were lost in endless horror left staring with no movement.Once the noise stopped you could hear the heartless scoundrels laugh as they quickly escaped the unbreable scene.
Vito crawled up,his face still looking shocked for words.There lay his parents and siblings dead all having suffered fatal gunshots.
"Papa!!!!Mama!!!!,"he quickly broke down to tears as he shaked them seeking a response.Tears fled from his eyes as he lay on his father's chest hopeless and helpless.It was a masacare.He tried again and again
"Tommy!!wake up Tommy!!We have to go wake up!Wake up pls,Joe, Georgia pls we have to go!"as he tried to call his siblings but none responded.
The neighbours pushed the still standing door as they got into the house. They took Vito as they covered his eyes and comforted him.The scene was horrific some could not bare even to stand close to it.The police arrived and the bodies were taken but the day still haunted Vito.
"He always asked himself 'why me?' "
The neighbours took care of him and soon he got enrolled to a orphanage.
