A Tale to Tell

The thunder and lighting battled against one another as a young girl walked down a hallway through darkness. There was no light except the few seconds of lighting. The young girl was breathing hard and she ran her hand along the wall for direction breathing deep breaths. She reached the end of the hall and went into her parents bedroom. What she saw was a sight unimaginable for a nine year old girl.
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Eight years...It's been Eight years since that dreadful night. I'm now seventeen in highschool and moving forward. I'm known as Blossom Amor the only girl to survive the storm murders. The other four survivors are the same age as me but like me we don't talk much. Who want's to be friends with people that parent's died the same way and it traumatized you the same way.