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"Your pathetic,worthless!" I watched silently as he screamed at her.
He spat on the ground near her, while she tried to back away from him.

"P-please don't! I havent done anything wrong p-please!?" She desperately cries hoping it would save her life.

I want to get up and help but something holds me back.

He just watches her for a moment, I thought maybe he had stopped but clearly it wasn't finished .

"You know sweetheart its such a shame,your pretty little mouth could do wonders hmm" he smirks devilshly at her.

She cries hoping someone, anyone would help her but no one did.
Small tears erupted from my eyes, I cover my mouth with my small hand trying not to allow my cries to escape.

He pulls out a gun from his left pocket, no this is not happening no this isn't real.

"No! You can't -please the children!" She sobbed as he places the cold gun against her forehead. He looked like a monster, not ones you hear in bedtime stories but actual monster. He looked around quickly making sure no one was watching yet I was.

"Goodbye sweetheart aha see you in hell" he laughs as he pulls the trigger.

Its as if everthing stops and all i see is her cold lifeless body falling to the ground , making my whole world crumble.

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I felt a cold splash on my face and jumped up startled , looking around my room I realized I was panting.

What the- " Adela are you okay!?" my older brother Dylan asks me worryingly. He looked as if he had the fright of his life when really it was the other way around.

"No no... I just had the dream again Dylan" I reassure him whispering the last part hoping he wouldnt hear. But I knew he had heard when he pulled me into a tight hug telling me everything was going to be okay. But they weren't , they never will be and I'm starting to think this was how it was always going to be.

"Dylan why won't it stop?why can't I forget that night' I asked slowly, I could feel my eyes brimming with tears and it was hard trying not to cry.

"I don't know adela, I really don't we went through something traumatizing and this is the result ... I'm sorry" he pulls away from our embrace.

I look at dylan trying to see what he's feeling, because Dylan rarely speaks of what happened. We both wish we could forget what happened to our mother.

"I know these dreams haunt you but I can't make these memories go away, I wish I could, and rather have you forget than to endure all the pain" he looks me in the eyes sadly.
I knew how he felt, we both had watched our mother die in front of us. Dylan was only 8 while I was 6 when it all occurred.

" I love you dylan" I tell him, he smiles and kisses my forehead.
"I love you ela" he replies. I watch as Dylan gets up from my bed and walks out of my room, closing the door quietly.

I lay back into my small bed and feel the comforter in my hands, rough yet soft just how my mother bought it.

"Maybe this will all go away someday and I'll be happy" I though to myself.

Yet so much pain was on its way into my life without myself even knowing it.