In a fish bowl of a room a little girl named Julia Boyet sits on her bed reading her favorite book, Pride and Prejudice. She reads, ignoring the constant fighting among her parents and creating a movie in her mind. She is so deep in thought that she doesn't even hear the screams of her mother and her fathers booming voice. Amidst her thoughts she suddenly heard her younger brother, Preston. She looks up from her book and sees a small pale boy. She puts her book down on her bed and pats it softly, her brother walks sniffing all the way. She helps him up and sets him on her opposite side. They sat in silence for awhile; 20 minutes before Preston started to cry. Julia sat there listen to his soft sobs and whimpers, she didn't like comforting people it made her feel again. She had lost almost all of her emotions when she was six. She learned that year to let go of all of it, all the pain and suffering of the real world. She loved her brother, and that was all that was left. She held him in her arms, she felt every bone in his body shake whenever he whimpered. Preston was only six, he was so young and naive. He still believed that everything would get better, and that everything would be fine. But Julia lost all of that hope, and sometimes when Preston would play with her she would feel a sort admiration for him. In reality, whether Julia was willing to admit it or not, she loved him because he could still feel. She hugged him tighter, she needed to protect him. She needed to make sure he was still human and that he could still be happy one day. She let him go and kissed his forehead.
"I'll be back don't move, for any reason!" She whispered in his ear. She got up and walked into the hallway, her parents were fighting in the living room her parents room was directly in front of her. She ran across the hallway so that neither of her parents had seen her. She went to her dads side of the bed reached under and grabbed the big shotgun her dad left under there. It was big and heavy, it felt cold and powerful. In one moment life would change forever and she couldn't have been more thrilled. She walked into the living room, an 11 year old holding a gun bigger then her(by 2ft) pointing it (barely) at her father. She was facing his back, finger on the trigger, mom screaming. BAM! Julia felt the gun slam into her nose. The blood poured out like a waterfall but her pain was of little concern to her she focused on Mr. Boyet her "loving" father and his short, but big, breaths uneven and sometimes covered up by the blood running out of his mouth. Julia felt two small tears roll down her checks. He's gone, she thought, now her. Her mother screamed until her throat was raw. After a minute of silence she walked up to Julia and slapped her twice. She screamed pointless words at her but Julia was still staring at her father and the holes she made, she wished she would've done worse. Julia went to walk to her father but her mother caught her arm and tossed her back into the hallway. As her mother approached, ready to give her a beating she surely wouldn't forget, Julia fumbled with the gun and got the last shot out in time. Her mother dropped to her knees, her face full of shock and anger. She fell forward and landed on Julia's feet. Time to start over, she thought, time to be happy.
