Targeted

Everyone has a story to tell. Mine just happens to be sad. Death is inevitable. It happen's whether you want it to or not. You can't stop it. Everyone dies at some point in millions of different ways. Crazy weather, car accident's, murder. Murder. Now that's a word no one wants to even think about. My little sister was 8. Eight years old when she got murdered. I loved her to death. Well, not literally. I get asked quite often a simple question. "If you could turn back time to the day she died and find a way to stop it, would you?" Now, most people expect me to answer "Yes, I would," but truth is, I can't. I don't want to. Like I said earlier, Death is inevitable. I could change that day, but I would get hurt again. Fate would find another way for her to die, along with everyone else. I just have to accept it. She's gone. There's nothing I can do about it.

I thought revenge would be the answer. I thought that killing the killer that killed my family would be the right thing to do but that's not going to bring back Kayla. Nothing can. If I would have told myself that when I was 16, I would have never done what I did. I not only put myself in danger, but also my best friends. I'm the last McClellan and that sucks. I don't understand why God did this. I don't understand why this had to happen and I wish I could ask him. If only it was that easy.