Away, I ran. Not caring about how cold it was atau 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 atau 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 menit 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 oleh 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 menit of one October night.
Sorry it's such a short chapter!
Tell me if anda 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 menit 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 oleh 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 menit of one October night.
Sorry it's such a short chapter!
Tell me if anda like it, please!
Really! What is your fault?
Noone taught anda the word "we".
And the worst, noone taught anda to use your "ego".
Like a beggar anda are begging in front of the door of the "you".
anda tried to discover again and again this "you".
anda were always freakin' out when anda heard "they".
And there were times that anda were desperate and shouted "Him! Him!"
And anda took a gun and started fighting.
What is your fault?