Why us? A story about hated people

The attack

I woke up because of a loud bang, followed by a few others. I heard people screaming everywhere. My parents called me. I ran downstaires to the basement (well, not really a basement, it's just a small room with stairs leading to it. Yeahh, I'll call it our basement). That was also probably the message of the screaming of my parents. I was the third one in there. The rest was called by my parents. When everybody was in the basement, it was quiet. This couldn't be a good thing. After waiting for about half an hour, we slowly walked out. I couldn't believe my eyes. Everywhere was fire. The attack was finished. Almost eveybody was dead. Our house had damage, but not much. Everybody helped the people who were stuck in their houses because of the fire. My brothers and father also helped. My sisters, my mother and I helped the injured people. The only thing I could do was crying. Crying until there were no tears anymore.

I saw someone holding a man, which was probably dead. As I looked closer, I could see who it was. My father. My father died when helping others. I started shaking. The tears came back. Somebody ran towards me, and told me that my brothers were injured.

My sadness turned into anger. I won't let them get away with what they had done. They'll get revenge. I didn't know when, but it would surely happen. I think that they want to kill us for their own fun.

Why us...

Hey there!
This was chapter 2 as you could see (duhh). I'll try to update soon, but I'm going on vacation, so I don't know if I have time to do so (I probably will, but you'll never know). Thanks for reading and I hope you are enjoying this! Comments still welcome (but please not in a rude way, just be nice people;).

Xx sarya47♡