I remember being seven years old... sitting at my play table upstairs in my room. I was drawing a picture for my parents, I had always been such a sweet girl. I wanted to cheer them up. Downstairs I'm the family room they were fighting. They fought all the time, day and night, 24/7, 365 days a' year. I had gotten used to it by the time I was five. I thought it was a normal thing all parents do. I was never allowed to watch tv, talk on the phone, or go anywhere. I was basically a child on house arrest. My dad was very protective and my mom was abducted when she was four, her parents had to pay a $10,000 ransom in order to get her back, slightly harmed. My parents argument grew unusually loud and I grew curious. I scuttled over to the banister to see what was happening. My mom was pointing a gun at my father. "Shoot, Rachel" he said calmly but there was fear in his eyes. "SHOOT!" He yelled. My mother pulled the trigger. BANG!! I saw my dad, stiff, lying in a pool of blood. I stared at him, frozen in terror. "Mommy?" I said quietly whilst turning my head to see her pressing the gun to her temple. Without thinking I screamed. "MOMMY NO!" She jumped a bit and quickly flipped her face to face me. In the heat of the moment...She pulled the trigger. It was my fault she died. Mine...
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Teen Fiction~Kameron's POV~ It all started when I was 2... Most little kids have imaginary friends and such when they're little, around two or three right? I had some too. I don't remember their names because I mean c'mon! Who remembers names of their childho...
