(By TwistedPain)
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I was finally home and put my keys on the kitchen table.
I saw that I had a lot of missed calls but I didn't want to talk to anyone.
It was getting dark outside and it was only seven in the evening.
It had been a lot of work today because the restaurant was fully booked, but it helped because then I didn’t have to think too much.
I walked upstairs, the stairs were shaped like a spiral, and consisted of light wood.
It was a beautiful flower pattern that coiled around the whole staircase, I had always loved that pattern.
I remember when my father shaped those patterns, he loved to create and build things.
But there was one thing he loved more...To make me and my mom happy.
I had been helping him to choose patterns and a lot of wonderful colors.
I loved designing things and it was me and my father who had designed the patterns together.
I remember how he and I used to laugh when my mom came and asked us at a break, we wanted to continue but my mother always baked for us and she knew how much we loved her baking.
We took a break and had coffee then we sat there again and decided the next color or pattern.
It hurt so much, to know I would never get to hear their warm and happy laughter again, I would never hug them again.
I went into the bathroom, got undressed, and stood in the shower and let the tears flow.
The hot water didn't help, I shivered and shook like a naked little dog buried in snow.
My long wavy hair reaching down to my waist, and shone, the dark brown hue looked black when it was wet.
I got out and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. The towel was soft and rough at the same time.
After changing into my pajamas, I sat at the kitchen table and did my homework.
I was almost done and was really tired, and without being aware of it I fell asleep.
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I knew I was dreaming but I could not control the dream, I could just be in the background and watch.
My mom and dad sat in the front seat and I sat in the back seat. Suddenly, my dad slowed down and stopped the car.
“What's wrong dad?” I asked, confused.
“Don't worry sweetie. Duck and hide yourself down on the floor, stay there and be quiet!" He said with an uneasy and tense voice.
His voice both frightened and shocked me but I did as he said, afraid of what would happen.
“Sure dad” I whispered, so worried about him.
He gently put his jacket over my back and turned his head against something, I saw a shadow, and a man who owned that shadow.
I couldn't see his whole face but I saw a nasty grin spread across his face.
His eyes and nose were hidden under a hoodie.
But then I saw no more under the jacket.
However, I felt mom shaking, I felt her hand touch my head quickly before she returned her hand in her lap.
I heard her cry, and it scared me so much, I wanted to cry to but I would do as dad told me.
That's when I heard the sound of a gun, the sound of a shot, two shots. My mom screamed as glass splashed everywhere. I felt some hit me and it hurt! A lot!
Something wet splashed on my hand that was not under the jacket, I pulled my hand back and looking at it I saw blood.
With tears running down my face quietly I put my other hand to my mouth, so no one would here me.
My mother said something so I barly heard, she was whispering as quietly as she could.
Now I almost regret that I listened, I should have stayed there with them, I should have died!
"Count to 5 and open your door and run sweetie, and never forget ... I love you ..." she whispered and cried even harder.
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I woke up and screamed, I hated to get those dreams, they came more frequently now. I heard a knock on the door and pushed back the tears.
I walked out of the kitchen and past the living room to the hall.
Opening the door only to be shocked, John was standing right in front of me with a worried smile on his face.
“Uhmm, Hi, not to be rude but what are you doing here?” I asked, confused.
