I think about it a lot. I try to laugh it off. The images never leave my mind once they've entered.I hate it.
A couple months ago. We were in the car coming back from holiday and there was a drive by not a drive through like Mac Donald's but a man with a gun on the roof of the car.
I can still hear my baby brother crying.My little sister shouting for my parents who had already bled to death form the bullet wounds.My older brother was just sat there tears rolling down his face as if it was in slow motion. My brother told me that everything would be fine.That was before the van swerved into the car and killed him.It was all in slow motion as if the devil wanted me to suffer.
Everything fell silent.Im not sure whether that was because everyone around me was dead or because u was in a coma.Probably the second one.
It all happened so fast yet so slowly.
I couldn't save them...
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أدب نسائيHi I'm Sky and I've lost everything. The only family I have left are In Australia, I've never met them but yano hopefully it won't be worse that my current foster parents...
