One last chance

10 years ago

With the crashing of the waves, filling my ears, as I spotted dolphins jumping in the air in the distance.

I close my eyes smiling at how perfect this moment come be, until I hear screams from my house.

I rush to the house as fast as my chubby 10 year old legs could take me to my house. I burst through the door only to have my dearly mother sprawled across the hardwood floor covered in scarlet red blood.

I scream at the hideous sight, although I glance up to see my father across the room looking down at the mother's body.

I see his face stained with tears and a gun in his bloody hands. He barely whispers " I'm sorry princess". He raises the weapon to him, I scream "NO!",but its too late. He was gone. I fall to the floor on my knees weeping in agony, of losing my parents. Crying for what seemed as hours, barely hearing the police yell for me, or the ambulance call for me. I questioned the situation that was happening.

"Why did this happen to me?" No 10 year old deserved to have her parents taken away. I felt myself being carried into a police car, being driven away from the only family I have ever known.

6 years later

I still have nightmares about that night, my hands covered in blood.shaking uncontrollably.

I have been living with my grandparents ever since that dreadful night. With age, never stopping raising a 16 year only becomes even more hard to bare.

My grandmother being in a wheelchair barely able to make to the market without being in excruciating pain. My heart breaks even more every time I see her like that.

Although grandpa has gotten worse over the last year. He seems to barely recognize either of us.

Sometimes he talks to the wall believing its his old friends Ben, but his friend died 5 years ago. I know I will have to leave soon, because they can't support me fully.

.Knowing the time I have here is short, I always make sure to make either of them smile. A few times during the week I would go across the street to the bakery and buy 1 dozen tiny red celery cupcakes. Grandma would have a enormous grin across her face, only making me smile even more.

I'm weekends I would go to the toy store to get grandpa a small tiny snowflake filled with different cities contained inside. Even time I would give him a new one he would say " Did rob someone". I would laugh at his statement only to answer "No grandpa I bought just for you". His smile across his face almost made your heart stop in joy.

It was Wednesday which ment to go to the bakery to get grandmas cupcakes. Jogging to the store, buying the cupcakes and saying to everyone there, I skipped to the house. Although as soon as I swirled around the corner I saw two ambulances right infront of my house. I heart almost stopped, I ran straight towards the house. Having flashbacks of when I was 10 shaking my head to get the thoughts out, I ran faster. I saw men pushing to bodies onto the ambulances, shaking my head vigorously refusing to believe it.

People giving me sympathetic looks, ignored them I felt hot tears running down my face. I felt a hand on shoulder glancing up a saw a lady with dark black straight hair, pulled back in a ponytail with a name tag saying "social services" I looked away from her glancing.back at the scene.

Knowing that I will be placed somewhere else, I cried.

Not just for me though I cried for my grandparents, mother and my father, wondering why did everyone I love live me. I had given people a chance to be let in. Only to get hurt.

I can't let anyone to get hurt, no one else.

No. One.

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