Sometimes, There is a Savior in Someone

Childhood Ruins Everything

Oh, Greetings Reader. I see that you want to know more about me... And how I became to be. My childhood was just dandy! Fucking peachy, all I can tell ya... ×sighs× I'll tell you what, I'll tell you everything that I knew and what happened to me then to as of now....
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It was just another autumn day, the leaves changed color like emotions are in a being. I was seven while I'm with my mom and dad, the leaves had made crinkling sounds as other people stepped on them. I liked how I played in the leaves, usually the gardeners rake up the leaves and then me and my two other friends; Hazel and Michelle, had to jump into them like hopping into the pool in the summer. Oddly, Hazel said that she and her sister had to leave because of something dangerous would come into the park. I nodded and went to a nearby water fountain in the park.

What had terrified me the most was....

My parents got held back by some people who wore dark blue jeans and a black shirt with a mask. I had hid in the bush to see what was going to happen next, I really wanted to help. I really did wanted to, but that's going to injure me or worse: murder. To kill me.

“Go check the premises to see if there's and kids out...”
That worried me, so I had to cry silently. My breathing had hitched so I covered my mouth....

Praying every second that I'm going to be okay and that my parents will be fine as well... That's when the jinx had happen. Gunshots were heard, I had cold sweat coming down my forehead and on my red hands from covering my mouth for breathing to heavily and from the other one being on the ground.

“Hey kid... I'm not going to harm you...”
What scared me to jump and sob more was the voice behind me, I was only thinking of if my mom and dad were okay fine.

“Do you trust me to take you to your mother and father?”
Wishing that I didn't nod yes as an answer, the man had taken his mask off, revealing a scar on his left eye, everything else about him seemed fine, he grabbed me gently then got me out the bush.  I glanced around out of curiosity.

“Finally you found that girl... Now hand her over!... ”

“Boss, no. Why would you do this to children that haven't done anything to you?!” The man who had my arm clenched his hand more, making me have droplets of salt water coming from my tear ducts.

Looking around more, my eyes stopped then shrank, making me push the man who gripped onto me, away to sprint towards a dead father and mother of mine.

The man who grabbed me looked at the other in shock, saying those words I remember.

“Good-bye motherfucker...” agonizing screams were heard. I didn't turn my head around to see the other man get his brains blown out because I had to cry for my dead parents...

The man who shot his ‘Boss’, ran off as sirens came along. Before I left them at the park, I had to take my mom's purse and my dad's wallet. I'm probably going to need this when I get older. And that man who was shooting some bullets, ran off in the opposite direction that I was going.
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And here we are now, seventeen years of age, been fucked up. Childhood always had to mess with your reality as of now. I really wish that I could actually know him, but sadly I can't right now. My friends moved somewhere northeast from here really. My dream place to go would be Tokyo, Japan. It's really lit up at night, the culture in music and mostly... I can't believe I'm saying this, but school! Yeah, I heard that the school's there are awesome. So I'm gonna move next month. Why? My uncle Jackson drives me into a fucking brick wall and hopefully have a concussion of amnesia or something like that.

“Katelyn Naomi Angel! Get your butt downstairs now!” Uncle Jackson had called me down for something. He was yelling like he was going to commit homicide or something.

“Shut up Ass hole of a uncle! Your not my dad!”

Stomping in anger up a staircase, my uncle had knocked on the door first. Like before he can kick the hell out of it. I locked it and grabbing some stuff to put in a bag. I wanted to come back to my room for tomorrow to get everything to the airport since I left through the window. At least I bought the ticket last month, January,  and I had to leave before the day comes. And that's next week on the 20th at 7 AM.

After I came back home, I had gone to sleep in my bed, praying to see My Dad and Mom.