Wednesday 25 June 2014

Red roses

The dew from my eyes gently rolled down my face. My beloved parents lay there dead with their eyes at the back of their head from the incident. Not a sound could be heard. All my hopes and dreams were gone now I had to cater for myself with no money or food. The whole thing was so terrifying and horrible that I wouldn't dare to believe it was true. Noises hummed in my ears and small whispers reminded me what I had done. It hadn't been my fault I was just there but no-one would either believe me or they didn't want too. All I could hear was gun shots then blood spilled all over the floor. I couldn't live like this and as  a small fire started getting bigger it soon swallowed me whole.

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