I couldnt think. I stormed from my seat to the trunk of the car. I put an AK47 over my shoulder, grabbed a pistol, and my knives. I walked up to the house fueled by rage and impulse. I ignored Magna trying to talk sense into me. I kicked through the door. A man ran up to me, I shot him in the head and continued up the stairs. I reached the top of the stairs and was tackled by someone. She punched hard into me face. Then she allowed one tear to fall as my knife punctured her heart. I pushed her off of me and shot everybody in my path until I got to the master bedroom. I took a deep breath ready. I burst through the doors to find the room empty. I was overcome with by an urge I couldnt describe. I began shooting randomly in different directions not caring who or what I hit. I kicked over everything in the room in search of her. But I just couldnt find her. I ran down the stairs searching around the house for her. I walked to the front door after my search failed. I looked up to see a portrait of me and papi hanging above the door. I fell to my knees. I cried hysterically unable to stop. Magna was walking towards me
when her expression changed.
"Watch out !!" she yelled.
Before I could turn around ... POW!!
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Dear No One
Teen Fiction15 year old Alexiana Castilian, daughter of Christian and Susana Castilian is a spoiled daddys girl, but when tragedy strikes everything changes.