It was a stormy night. After me and my family had dinner, weird things occurred. I was only 5 at the time. Bloodshed was brought into my home. My parents were murdered. I stood there, frozen with fear. There, I saw their bodies. They were limp and still. But for the most part, bloody. I felt sick. I had a weak stomach then. I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't look back. Instead, I ran forward. I continued to run out of the house. The only thing I didn't realize was that one of my childhood best friends were there. His parents were away for the weekend and left him with a baby sitter that was killed the same night. I ran right into him. I was soaked from the rain just like he was. He moved my black hair out of my face and told me everything will be alright. Ever since then, I've lived with him and his parents. That is, until a day came when something unbelievable occurred.
