A shattered soulthe day my life changedI was walking down my street when I heard a scream. I heard it another time and started running, knowing that it came from my house. I ran inside just as my mother was shot . Her body hit the floor, her blood pooling on the carpet. My father was yelling at the man who shot my mother. Everything was in slow motion as my father pulled out his gun and shot him. The sound was loud and hurt my ears . Suddenly everything went back to normal. I could hear my father saying my name and the hard cold floor under my pounding head, the wet tears streaming down my face which I hadn't realized till then I was shedding. The blackness was closing in on me but I welcomed it. In the black I could escape from the pain that was overtaking me and shattering my soul.