I shot-up from my dreams by and ear drumming gunshot.
I race down stairs in swift movements, knowing that if there was danger, my best move was to ambush.
As i jaggedly turned the corner I noticed 3 men clutching my parents over the kitchen bench;
One holding my mother,
Then two holding my father.
I gasped and quickly wandered to the staircase's side, immediately opening the door and continuing to drown in my on tears.
After a good 2 minutes of crying followed by cleaning myself to a bad standard, I grabbed my grandfathers shotgun: I swiftly walked out of the cellar and once again jaggedly turned the corner to the kitchen, noticing that they now have my older brother in there tight, painful grips.
Scared, I shot everybody, not noticing I shot my own family; once it processed through my mind, I shot myself in the head, making my brain and blood cover the walls of our family kitchen quickly and imently.
