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Matilda awoke to the sound of her little brothers cartoons playing in the living room. She slumped her way to kitchen to find herself something to eat. She sat at the table pouring herself some cereal and milk eventually being interrupted by her mothers voice.

"Matilda we're runnin' low on groceries, heres $50, hurry up." She said sternly.

Matilda threw on some clothes, took the money and headed out. It was 11:45, she'd be back in time to watch cartoons with her brother.

NOON

Matilda's father, Tony, was stressed. The men he worked for were going to be at their doorstep any minute. He knew if he gave them the drugs he'd stole they'd kill him, and if he acted like he knew nothing, they'd do the same. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and Tony stayed in his room. He heard the screams of his daughter and gunshots, along with his wife's and more gunshots. The men made rheir way into his room and stood before him.

"It's noon Tony" one of the men said.

"Where's the fuckin' drugs!" another shouted.

Tony wasn't giving in, he knew he was going to die, so there was no point. And with that they shot him multiple times all over his body. Tony laid there in a pool of his own blood, dead.

Meanwhile, Matilda finally had all the groceries in hand, making the long journey up multiple staircases. Matilda heard shouting coming from floors above, but the voices were unfamiliar. She got to her floor and saw many men coming and going out of her appartment. She slowly passed by seeing her mothers dead body on the floor, but she continued walking forward as if she had never lived there a day in her life. She slowly made her to the curly haired man's apartment and knocked 3 times.  She waited for the man to answer with tears streaming down her face.

"Please answer," she whispered to herself.

Her cries became louder, "please."

The wait became longer and she could feel the men behind her becoming suspiscious. All of the sudden the door quickly opened and she ran in his apartment.

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