Chapter 7 Sydney's P.O.V:
Me and Leonardo became a team. I would write the songs and he would illustrate them. We would sit outside where the wind speaks and I write what it says. It was a good thing Leonardo barely spoke because I never had anything to say. Every day for 4 months we would write and draw. I admit I was starting to fall for him. He was the only one alive I cared for. And I was sure he felt the same way. "For this one I will draw a little girl and her parents holding hands at a park." Leonardo said softly. I couldn't take it. I burst into tears. I remember the day at the park clearly. Even though I never want to see that memory again.
*Flashback*
It was a bright morning. The sun was shining and I wanted to really wanted to go to the park. "Okay Syd calm down." My daddy said squeezing my fingers. "I promise we'll go in a minute." Mommy told me. I smiled. I loved the park. "I can't wait to go." My twin sister Sandy said. So we headed to the park. It was great. Nobody was there but us. "Perfect." I said breathing in the sweet outdoor smell. "I know." Sandy agreed. We played for 3 hours running around just having fun. "It's time to go." Mommy said in a soothing voice. I cried. "Okay maybe 5 more minutes." Daddy said. I clapped and then ran around. Then I heard the gun shots. POW! POW! POW! POW! My mommy and daddy were shot in the head twice each. Sandy screamed as the killer ran away. But I was promising to myself. Promising to never speak again. Because my words caused my mommy and daddy to die. No one else was gonna die because of me. No one.
"What's wrong?" asked Leonardo. "Did you not like my drawings?" he questioned. I shook my head no. "Then what is it?" he asked. I didn't answer of course. "Okay I will tell you about my life." He said. "When I was 5 years old I was at the park with my folks. They were arguing as always. The next thing I know... well my dad shot my mom. Then he just went on a huge killing spree. He killed a couple with their 2 children watching. One was screaming and one was silent. I stood watching. I should have done something. Then my dad shot himself." he said below a whisper and then he started sobbing. I couldn't believe it. I was sitting beside the son of a cold blooded killer. The cold blooded killer that killed my mommy and daddy.
