"Come on Katie!" I heard my mom say to my little sister. "You can do it sweetie!" I heard her say once again. My little sister Katie. My favorite person in the world. I was only 5. The year my childhood was forever ruined. I smiled for her. I wished for her. I wished so hard. I remember seeing my baby sister, only a year old, trying to walk. My mother helping her. Then all of a sudden, papa came home early. He came so early, even I thought it was weird. He looked at mama.
"Sweetheart? What are you doing home so earl-" was all she said before I heard a gunshot. A loud bang. Papa had shot mama. I watched as her body fell to the floor heavy, while my father was looking at Katie.
"I'm so sorry darling.. We cant live in our dept anymore." My father said as he pointed the gun at Katie. Cayde came running downstairs,seeing mama on the floor. He ran to Katie, picked up my crying sister ran out the door screaming, "Delilah run!" He left me. Defenseless against a man with a gun. A gun. I ran out as fast as I can, hearing my father scream. "A soul for a soul!" as i got to my neighbors house. I heard another gunshot. Then another. When I got to Ms. Browne's house, I realized, that my siblings might be dead. Now, I was on my own, in my neighbors house until the police came to interview me. I stayed emotionless for the next week, not even able to shed a tear. after i learnt Katie and Cayde were taken into a foster home, Ms.Browne took me to see them. My aunt came down from England to take care of us, not knowing what my father had-
-End of flashback-
I woke up crying. I got up and walked downstairs to where mama had been killed. I longed to see mama again. I wanted to see Katie again. I needed to see papa.
All these thoughts are consuming my mind. I need more help than ever..
I noticed that I stopped crying. Good. It's time to train myself.
