Prologue

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~There might be a little bit of swearing but nothing serious~

My name is Stephanie Smith. I was fifteen years old... I was sitting in my room blasting my music. Blocking out my annoying family as I use to consider them. My headphones were soundproof but I heard a loud sound. It was like a firework but, I didn't think anything of it. I was studying and I saw my door open.

I looked up to see my father... holding a gun.

I started to panic,I could smell the gun powder. Next thing I knew my brother who was only thirteen at the time, jumped on my father after he aimed the gun at me, the troubled child.

Then there was two shots fired I seen one had got my brother in the shoulder and he was bleeding... a lot.

I started to panic wondering where the other shot had went. I saw my dad was bleeding. He had gotten shot in the chest somehow in the fight with my scrawny thirteen year old brother.

I rushed over to help my brother but I didn’t even look at my dad. I knew he had stopped breathing.

But my baby brother was dying and I didn’t know what to do.

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