A Beautiful Disaster

My parents died a slow and painful death after being shot. As a 14 year old girl watching your parents die can really leave a scar and a memory that haunts your life forever, but what haunts it more is the fact that the dream I had the night before warned me of the mass shooting. Instead of my parents lying there on the ground I had been in their place. That was the first time I cheated death, but at the time I didn't know. Now I wear this charm bracelet with two charms on it: one for the death of my father and one for the death of my mother. I wear a locket around my neck with their pictures in it knowing they are still with me just not physically. I then grew up learning how to live on my own afraid that I was going to die. Death had become my biggest fear along with the fear of people knowing they were the reason for my parents death.