We can never go back

Life was normal

Once, many years ago, life was normal. I was a young schoolgirl in Britain who had lots of friends and was doing well in her education, but things changed - like they always have to.

My Father died when I was very young, 3 years old, to be exact. It wasn't just a natural cause of death, it was murder. My mother tried to explain to the police but there was no evidence to prove it. They simply thought he had an immune system so weak that he could die of the flu. He was poisoned with a drug that left no traces in autopsies, and had a 100% kill chance. My father surely wasn't a great man and he did many evil things, but even he didn't deserve death. You see, my father was a member of a gang, many years prior to his death. When he decided to settle with my mother, he knew he couldn't take any risks so he quit. Unfortunately, he knew too much and had been in the gang too long. They didn't know if they could trust him not to squeal. Things got even more intense when I was born and the gang eliminated my father first so that he couldn't protect us. We thought that after my father's death, it would be all normal again, and it was, until that day at school.

It was a grey and gloomy day outside at school and I was 9 years old. I remember that we were learning about Shakespeare at school and how much I admired his words. I was in a world of my own, and imagining what it would've been like to be alive at that time. Then suddenly, my mother burst through the door and before my teacher could explain to her that she wasn't allowed here and that she would have to leave, she had already grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the classroom.
"Mummy, where are we going?" I asked as we ran.
"To the airport." My mum said. She never even looked at me, she still just ran ahead. I didn't ask why because I knew she would never tell me until everything was done.