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The one second of confession.

    My father had us all gathered and we wondered what he was talking about at first. But the very moment the words left his lips... fear shot all three of our still hearts.

   My mother was dead.. and in that very moment, everything seemed to stop. Yet the words echoed in my mind. The news hit my ears as if I was shot in the side of the head with a soft bullet. I could see the emotion on their lips and the sorrow in my father's eyes. In that very second I knew they weren't lying. My eyes quickly swelled up with tears. My arms and shoulders dropped to my side. I didn't want to believe it was real.

    As if my arms were moving on their own they made their way to my mouth. Covering it swiftly. My boys tended up and my mind raced. My body moved on its own. Not allowing me to react in any way other than sorrow and confusion.

   My heart felt like a fist... punching my chest slowly. As if time itself had halted in that very heart beat. The muscles in my leg tensed up preparing to run away from the truth. I could feel every bit of air rushing, burning my lungs like a sharp fire. My mind would race with questions such as, 'No it can't be true." I refuse for that to be the truth.

   But.. in that same moment I knew it was true. My heart sank down to my stomach, shattering on the impact.

   I could feel all of the people around me... my own siblings crying, my father trying to comfort us all. You could assume that I wouldn't get better after hearing the news. I didn't think so either. My entire body swiftly shot up.. as the doubt took over my reasoning.. and in that moment..

   I ran.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story ^~^ it's a sad one but the title explains what I was doing.