Nothing

the wind brushed my face lightly I heard a noise coming from the main floor of this house. I've lived here for as long as I remember but it's not my home. I have nothing. I'm not even sure if the people who own this house know who I am. I know nothing. I sit in this wooden room with nothing In it but this small dusty padded thing I think it's called a mat. In this room every couple hours I get a basket it's shows me how to read and write but I never quite understand it gives me food and other small things but that's all. there was always a note in the bottom of the basket that had markings on it they had letters I think. There were markings clumped together and markings far apart. and I got the feeling that they weren't nice markings. they looked like this "u are a descrace" "uare terrible" I think that they were ment to say something but whoever wrote them can't spell very well I guess. I think I have given myself lots if smarts well though I think I know everything by now the air in this old wood atic started to feel really warm and then I saw something I had never seen before. a head poped out of the shaft where I got food and water. his eyes were blood red, he was old and scowled I was scared, what was happening. He stared into my head I was to stunned to do anything I was frozen in my position. his red pupils staring into my soul. and in that moment he pulled out two guns and slid one across the floor to me. "listen" he said I shot you or you shot me we have one bullet each and we can come closer then we are. I was terrified by this point "and if I die you are free" what? I have no idea what to do I don't say anything and in a second I pick up the gun and shot him square in the head. And this person driped down from the shaft I peered over at him and he ozed red water from his head I jumped down from the shaft and saw a note it's explained my whole life and why I was in that atic and suddenly it all came back to me everything amnesia I had amnesia my mother was shot I was abused and raped by that man who was my father when I have birth to my son my father drowned him and I threated to call cops to he raped me once more and i was sent to that attic I'm 16 my name is ally and suddenly I wished that I had not lost my amnsiea I wish that it never left because my life was a living hell. Once I was done with my tears I herd a knock at the door and police came running it armed I started to cry more one of the officers explained that they heard a gun shot and came rushing in. I explained the whole story my whole life. I was worried what would happen to me down, would they believe me. hey did and only because my father was Americas most wanted man.