Revenge

Prologue

Wednesday, April 17, 1989 is the most terrifying and the scariest part of my life. A thirteen year old boy, should never witness the kind of horror, shock, and fear I went through. This memory is embedded into my head and will never be forgotten. It was 12:53 A.M and there was a small rainstorm going on that was would last 3 hours. The small drizzle hitting the roof made noises like a pitter patter. It was 1:03 A.M. and I was about to drift into sleep. All of a sudden a huge, BANG went off. Instantly I jumped out of my bed and ran up to my brother, "Drew!"

I ran up to him and shook him rapidly screaming his name, "Drew! Drew! Wake up, Drew!"

He jumped out from under his blanket shouting in terror," We need to get out of here and call 911! Now!"

My brother and I sprinted to our parents room. Right before we got there two more explosions went off. BANG! BOOM! One blast was in our living room which destroyed most of it. The other one blew up the top part of the stairs, this blew my brother and I away from our parents room.

"Blake! Blake! Where are you? Are you okay?" Drew yelled repeatedly.

I looked around all I saw was black smoke, ashes from the fire, and flames that reached up about ten feet into the air. I attempted to speak and tell Drew I was okay, but I felt too weak. I soon heard deep voices and footsteps running around. The next thing I knew sirens became audible.

After about three minutes of the sirens blasting I heard someone say," Deto-ate t-e t-ird bom-!" I tried to figure out what they said, but another big explosion sounded. The sirens stopped... A moment of pure silence went on. Then, screaming, crying, and gun shots went off. The horrifying, creepy sounds of hell soon took a visit to my house. I saw shadows dragging bodies into vans and driving away. I couldn't tell, who was dragging who? I no longer heard screaming and crying, just some gun shots and the flames burning out from the wind.

I regained my strength and finally picked myself up. I started walking towards the nearest light, but just before I got there three more bombs went off. All of them in front of me. They forced me off the ground, into the air, and I hit the wall. I fell as a piece of burning wood sparked and went into bigger flames. I heard one last scream, then the sound of a giant crack splitting the roof. My first thought is that the roof is going to collapse on top of me. Not just that, I also had the sickening feeling my family was hurt, or maybe even dead. I had too many thoughts in my head at the moment and I had too much to think about. I couldn't focus on just one thing.

After scrambling and tripping trying to get to safety, one last explosion went off. The blow shot a piece of wood straight at me. I was knocked unconscious...