Raising Cain: The story within.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - My life is torn apart.

Not really sure where to start.. The very beginning I suppose... That's always a good place to start....

I was born on the 16th of July 1990 in a little town in the south of Ireland. My parents were Derek and Michelle Cain, no other kids, respectable jobs, an IT manager and a nurse, and so on and so forth. I was born into a perfectly normal family or so I thought but we'll get to that later.

I don't remember much as a baby, like any other person and my first 11 years were blissfully un-extraordinary. It was on the eve of my 12th birthday when everything changed.

It was a Saturday, one of those days when the thunder clouds decide to pay a visit and block any sun that decides to peep through. I never thought about it at the time but the weather mirrored the events that went down that day perfectly, unfortunately for me.

My father was at work when I heard the first gunshot. I remember that sound so well even to this very day it sends chills down my spine. The sound of a very specific gun being fired, the gun that tore apart my life. I ran downstairs to find a deafening silence that sent slices of fear raking through my body. A bloodcurdling scream erupted to my right and I ran to the kitchen. What I saw next is the most horrific memory I have.

A man about 6 foot stood with a black hood covering his face. He was clad in black from head to toe apart from the silver chain he wore around his neck, a silver locket with a green stone in the middle. He had the scariest looking gun I had ever seen in his hand and was pointing it at my mother. I stood frozen to the spot and stared open mouthed at the scene in front of me. The man spoke up with a thick Yankee accent, "I'll give ya 1 minute to talk to the kid, no funny business now shelly". My mother nodded and stared directly at me. There were no tears in her eyes but her voice was laced with sorrow when she spoke. " I'm sorry Ali, truly I am. Your father and I never meant for any of this to happen but we made grave mistakes. Learn from these mistakes Ali, don't make the same mistakes we did. I love you Ali, always remember that." With that a single tear slid down her face. The next few moments were a blur, I lunged for Mom, the man pulled the trigger and my mother fell to the ground. I scrambled to my feet and took in what I saw. My mother laying face down........ I'm sorry I can't describe this... I just can't.....

I remember throwing up into a vase and curling up into a ball and sobbing. After what felt like hours I heard my father come home. He ran into the kitchen and scooped me up into his arms. He shoved me non too gently into our car and left me there while he grabbed several items from the house. I was too delirious then to noting him throwing suitcases into the boot, tucking my favourite stuffed tiger under my arm and attaching my mothers silver locket around my neck. The locket had a picture of the family and of the Cain family crest and I still wear it to this day.

I'm wearing that locket now. The guards allowed me to keep it when they made sure I wasn't hiding an atomic bomb in the hunk of silver. So dramatic. On that day I vowed to myself I would never shed another tear again and I have kept my vow, I'm not a quitter.

That Saturday turned my life upside down and shook it about before dumping it into the depths of hell. My father drove to the airport and I was too shocked to ask questions. I came too when we we're just leaving the green coasts of my home, leaving all I ever knew behind.

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Very dramatic chapter.. But gives you a flavour of what's to come I guess!

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Until next time! -Amy