Prologue

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I sit in a pool of blood.

Grasping a knife in my hand.

My clothes drenched in blood.

My family, the ones I love, lie lifelessly around me.

Amanda. Only eleven years young. A stab wound to the heart. My younger sister is dead.

My mum. Lying on her stomach with a hole in her back and neck. Her eyes wide open. Dead.

Dad. Lying on his back. A knife size hole in his chest. Like my mother and sister, he's dead.

I love them... I loved them


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