By: Miranda L. Morey
Date: 3/15/06
Why should anyone live when they are unhappy, who would want to put themselves through so much misery. I use to ask myself the same question everyday, but nonetheless I am still alive, as you can tell. And the only reason I can say that I am alive today is because of him. You are probably wondering who is "him" right? Well you will meet "him" later. Cause when you start telling a story you start at the beginning right, well this is my beginning of the story….
It begins on the day my life took the turn for the worst, I was 16 years old and I had just got home from school everything was fine, well so I thought, I get to my house and open the door to find my whole family lying dead on the ground. Yeah-major bum right. I stood there looking at my family mauled and blood soaking into the carpet, and I didn't know what to do, you wouldn't either if you had just seen your whole family dead. Well I did the only thing I could do, run. I had no fucking clue what I was doing and where I was; eventually I had to stop for breath. I was in an ally way, I thought I was in some part of town, maybe the back streets. I wasn't sure all I could see was what use to be my family, all the good times when me and my little brother playing in the yard, and my mom and I cooking up a storm, and oh god my grandfather shoving medicine down our throats, " Gone there all gone" I said to my self. Then I noticed something the whole time I haven't cried once, how could I not cry my whole family had just been murdered and I wasn't crying, maybe I was in shock, yeah that was it I was in shock that's why I can't cry. I got up ready to start running again but the next thing I knew I was seeing pavement and all was dark.
Chapter 1: I'm Dead….