Today... I saw it again; them..a family.. they are crawling.. begging.. crying.. I can feel their desperation.. their will to survive.. but it's too late. They know it.. I know it.. Then they will look at me, as if I am literally there.. Again the begging, the deafening cries, the plea for mercy.. Actually, It does not shock me anymore but I will lie if I say that I am used to it. You will never get use for another victim, for another bloodbath, specially if all you can become is an audience for another massacre. You will become numb. You will lose hope. Is there a God? My name is Agatha Cruz Age: twenty one years old Occupation: Painter Hobby: Watching ignorant people Secret: I can see You. Your pain. Your regrets. Your desire. Your future and your Death. Nice meeting you.