My five year old body was hanging over the railing watching my mother yell on the phone.
"MOM what am I supposed to do,my husband is dead and so is 4 of the 5 kids" she shouted. I watched her as a river of tears flowed down her checks. I knew if she saw me I would be crushed by either a hug or anger. I tried to stay quiet but of course my poorly timed sneeze had to come.
"ACHEW"
my mom turned over and saw me. she mumbled "oh, hi honey. sorry if I awoken you." "I was just talking to your grandma"
I didn't have any thing to say so I just stood there embracing my self for the end less hugging.
"Can you please go get the mail for me sweet heart"
"ya sure " but I stopped and said "is dad really dead" I asked, already knowing the answer.
" I am afraid so" she muttered and a tear rushed out of her right eye.
I had very high disbelieve in the thought that everyone in this family but me and mom were dead.
I put on a lite jacket and raced outside . I stood next to the mail box and then I saw it, the black hooded figure standing there watching me
"Could it really be him my dad "I ran over to him but stopped when I noticed it was not my dad. I swelled up with tears and tried to run away but something grabbed me by my red pigtails from behind and pulled me to the ground.
It felt as if 100 needles were shoved into every pore in my body. My hands flew back to the spot that had been yanked. I felt the blood oozing out of what now is my bald spot. I tried to hold back my tears but they kept flooding out.
I was too week to shout out for help. "Mom"I said in a whisper as I saw the giant hammer crashing down for my head. I twisted over and put my hands on my head . It missed my head but the person in black hood was in for entertainment.
I tried to use the same technique that I did last time but he read my mind and the next thing I know I had a hammer launched in my temple.
