"Mum...I'm so sorry..." I aimed the heavy, metallic gun in her direction, my hands trembling with the weight, with the fear, with the guilt. I glanced at my father who's eyes glinted at he smiled proudly. He was proud of his little monster.

"Doit, Sophia." He said as I sobbed quietly. I looked back at my mother who hadn't done anything wrong. This was all my father's doing. She looked so scared, backed against the wall, her mascara running down her cheeks, her light hair sticking to the sweat beads on her forehead.

"Don't,sweetie. Please." She begged me. The look in her eyes would haunt me forever.

Mum or Dad? Right or wrong?

"Doit!" He yelled at me.

So I did.

I killed my own mother.