Bloody Roses
- LECTURAS 96
- Votos 6
- Partes 2
Ein kalter Schauer zog sich über meinen Rücken als ein lauter Schrei aus dem Schlafzimmer meiner Eltern ertönte. Ich sprang aus meinem Bett und rief laut nach meiner Mutter, doch sie antwortete nicht. Nun taumelte ich schlaftrunken den Flur entlang und öffnete die Tür des Schlafzimmers. Dort wartete ein schreckliches Bild auf mich; der Körper meiner Mutter lag leblos und blutverschmiert mit offenen Augen auf dem Ehebett und vor meinem Vater stand ein schwarz gekleideter Mann. Dieser Mann hatte eine Pistole in der Hand und erst jetzt bemerkte er mich und schoss meinem Vater einfach in den Kopf. Ich schrie und lief auf ihn zu, versuchte ihn zu schlagen doch mit meinen 11 Jahren war ich ein viel zu schwacher Junge um etwas auszurichten. Er sagte: ,, Ach Isaac, du wirst das alles noch verstehen." und schubste mich einfach gegen die Kommode und das letzte was ich sah waren die weißen, von Blut durchtränkten, Rosen, welche neben mir mit einem Klirren auf den Boden fielen.
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