All I See is Red

Prologue: Death

I was only ten, I didn't need tosee it happen or hear the screams of pain that left his lips. I was to young, I was scared, now I'm scarred and by myself. Why do these things, these events fo pure terror  always happen to those that have few things left in the world. Why did they have to take my dad. Didn't they have enough when they took my mom when I was three? Do people even realize what happens when this occurs to people like me? No probably not. They take one look at us and move on. Everyday it's the same thing. Wake up, eat, therapy, school, homework, therapy, eat, and sleep. Wake up, eat therapy, school, homework, therapy, eat, and sleep. Always the same, an endless loop of events. There were days when I wished that for one minute my life wasn't out for me. 

Next time someone tells you to watch what you wish for, listen to them. Wishes are powerful things.