He came into my room he must have thought I was sleeping. I felt his hands on my skin. I was too afraid to move. My body still tears fall down my face. His hands start to undress me while I lay there. Once he is satisfied he leaves and I cry a silent cry. That's when a thought comes to mind. I grab a notebook and a pencil. Once done I stare at the words printed on my paper. “My dear Emma I love you so I must tell you the truth. I have been through so much pain I held up a smile for you but I can't go on. Today was the day I lost all my faith. He came in and he raped me. I'm sorry. I will always love you, Emily.” I walk to my closet a shoe box on the floor. I open it and uncover a gun. Three bullets. I walk to my father's room. He is asleep *bang* now he's dead. My mother on the couch I put a blanket on her and another bang goes off. With that done I walk to my bed with the note and a picture of us in front of me I hold the gun to my head and pull the trigger.
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That smile
Random"That smile, it had the power to change my look on life. Even in my worst state that smile could put a smile on my face." A really short story
