The Keys of Death

The eviction notice was real, and I held it between my hands , barely grasping on the paper's life. The red words on the paper felt like a bloodstain, forewarning us of a death. I felt my breathing slow and looked at the terrified faces around me. There was nowhere to go; our home was here as it had been for generations. Some foreign names appeared in our lives as if it'd been there for ages. I had to stop this; my gut knew something was wrong.