Someone

Family

I am very attached to my family. You can say everyone is but I am of a different kind. Let me give you an instance:

When I was seven years old, I saw one news article that said that the sun was going to be gone in 5 billion years and I started bawling and crying not because the earth will come to an end and all humanity will perish but because that meant that I would be separated from my parents especially my mother. At the age of seven, having no concept of the average life span of an human being and that people die and their existance comes to an end, I was worried about being separated from my parents and that is all you need to know about me. It is me in a nutshell.

I would take a bullet for my mother and I did.

We were at our home, sitting peacefully and seeing the latest film on our television when they arrived. The buglers invaded our house and held us at gunpoint. There were 3 of them and 3 of us.

They took my father to our rooms and demanded him to hand over all our valubles to them in a bag of theirs. One gun aimed on my father, another on my mother and a knife at my neck.

My family had been prepared for this situation and for 5 others like a storm, fire, drought, war and bombing. But being put on the spot in this dangerous situation made us a little nervous to say the least.

We all counted to 50 in our heads. Well, at least I did. Then, we went in attack mode. I kneeded the person holding the knife to my neck and taking hold of his hand at the same time. It made him weak and I kneeded him once more taking away his knife. The person with a gun to my mother's head had his back towards me and didn't witness the drastic downfall of his partner in crime but my mother did.

She hit the guy on his face and tried taking the guy away. I attacked from behind and together, the guy was passed out on the ground.

Hearing this commotion, the third guy came along with my father.

He was suprised but then just took my father hostage and demanded that we stay quiet and give him everything we have or else he would mercilessly kill all of us.
I saw fear in my father's eyes... not for himself but for us.

My mother took the gun in her hands and aimed at the despicable person standing infront of us holding an innocent man hostage.

It all happened so fast, the memory is blurring and rushed.

All I remember is the guy now aiming at my mother, she pulling the trigger and the thief pulling the trigger on her. I dove in between and took the shot but no one saved the burglar.

Note

Hello readers, this is going to be my new book and it is going to be collection of short stories like above.

Please vote, comment and share this book so I get motivated to write even better.
Love,
NiKa