Away, I ran. Not caring about how cold it was of how bad my chest ached. All I knew was to run. To run fast and long. To get as far away as possilbe. My face and arms were getting sliced with passing branches but I didn't care. My legs carrying me further into the dark forest. My mind tried to process what had just happened, but I was still in shock. Both of my parents had just been murdered. And my father's last words were "Run, Lester, run." As any child, (I hope) I obeyed my father's last wishes, I ran. I didn't know if the murderers were after me of not. It didn't matter.
It was the middle of October and it was COLD. All I had on were my thin pajama pants and a flanel sirt. I was shivering all over but on I ran. I was only running for about ten minuten but it felt like an hour. I could bareley see but I squinted and sprinted on.
I coulnd't take it. My mother, my poor loving mother, was gone forever. My father, my fun-loving joke-cracking father, gone. My brother, my only real friend, who always stood door me. Gone. Everything I knew and loved was taken away from me. All i wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the cold, hard forest floor and cry. That's exactly what I did. I couldn't run anymore and my brain had gotten past the shock. So I sat there and cried for hours, not able to fall asleep.
What would I do? Where would I go? My future and whole life had been destroyed in one night. In seven horrifying minuten of one October night.
Sorry it's such a short chapter!
Tell me if u like it, please!
It was the middle of October and it was COLD. All I had on were my thin pajama pants and a flanel sirt. I was shivering all over but on I ran. I was only running for about ten minuten but it felt like an hour. I could bareley see but I squinted and sprinted on.
I coulnd't take it. My mother, my poor loving mother, was gone forever. My father, my fun-loving joke-cracking father, gone. My brother, my only real friend, who always stood door me. Gone. Everything I knew and loved was taken away from me. All i wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the cold, hard forest floor and cry. That's exactly what I did. I couldn't run anymore and my brain had gotten past the shock. So I sat there and cried for hours, not able to fall asleep.
What would I do? Where would I go? My future and whole life had been destroyed in one night. In seven horrifying minuten of one October night.
Sorry it's such a short chapter!
Tell me if u like it, please!
The man
Really! What is your fault?
Noone taught u the word "we".
And the worst, noone taught u to use your "ego".
Like a beggar u are begging in front of the door of the "you".
u tried to discover again and again this "you".
u were always freakin' out when u heard "they".
And there were times that u were desperate and shouted "Him! Him!"
And u took a gun and started fighting.
What is your fault?
