Alright, it's my first time. Please go easy on me! I would also like to read your comments. Votes would help and encourage me, too. Hope you enjoy reading.
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Prologue
The moon shown brightly on that cold spring night as the breeze attacked me, wrapping me in its coldness. The neighbor's dogs glared and barked when I passed by them, like they never knew me. I used to play with them and take them for walks,but they never bark at me. I just ignored them.
I'm Kayla by the way. My hair is chocolate brown and slightly curled up, except for my bangs which are covering my forehead and nearly touching my eyes. My eyes are green as olives, I got them from my father. My jaws are slightly broad, but distinct.
I looked up and stopped walking. I stared at the moon that was full, and memories of my childhood flashed back.
I was a little girl, around six or seven carrying a baby,who was 6 months old, in my arms. I was crying hard. That night, my parents got shot, and they both died. I ran away with my baby brother and ever since then, I was afraid of guns and blood.
I ran and ran and ran until I realized something: I was lost. I was seven and didn't know what to do. I found a river with water flowing ever so rapidly. Since half of my body was covered with my parent's blood, I decided to take a quick bath, but instead, my little brother and I almost drowned.
Water pulled us and I couldn't swim. I didn't know how to swim and I was carrying a baby. Luckily, a man heard my scream for help and saved us.
My brother and I both lived, but because of the incident, my brother is very sickly. The man who saved us took us as his own. He was a very kind old man. He took care of us as if we were his real children, but when I was 17, he died. Leaving me and my brother alone, again.
I worked hard to keep me and my brother alive. His medicines are getting expensive every year and two jobs a day would hardly suffice our needs.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard foot steps behind me. I turned but there was no one there. Just a used up paper that was carried by the wind. I shrugged it off and continued walking. I was almost to our house.
When I arrived at the front porch, I noticed that there was a huge van parked across the rode. It was at the Miller's house.
Mr. Miller just transferred here about three weeks ago due to reasons that he couldn't share. He was living with his relatives now and all of them are just kind people.
I was about to grab the door knob when I heard something that reminded me of something that happened fourteen years ago: a gun shot. I gosh! I just heard a gun shot, and it looked like it came from the Miller's!
I ran swiftly but quietly to the van and took a peep at the edges. There I saw a man. He was wearing a hat that covered his face with shadows and his hand extended, pointing a gun at Mr. Miller's face. There were two people lying in the ground. Blood was gushing out of their heads and into the grass. I looked closely and realized that they were Mr. Miller's relatives!
"Please! I didn't do anything wrong! Please!" Mr Miller pleaded.
I saw a grin escape the man's lips as he pulled the trigger. I covered my mouth with my hands to keep me from screaming. I could feel my heart beat pump three times faster and hot tears began to flow when I realized that a friend was dead.
The man who killed Mr. Miller sighed and placed his gun back to this side leather side pocket and walked back to where the van was. I panicked when I realized that I was hiding behind the van! What if he sees me when he droves of and shoots me?!
Suddenly, two hands covered my mouth and pulled me behind a bush. I began to struggle, what if he was going to drive out a knife and kill me right on the spot? What would happen to my brother?! I struggled and struggled, but when I began to scream, he twisted my neck and I was unconscious.
