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.


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