"You know what? I give up! You win, Jamie"

Kira could her parents bickering yet again downstairs while she stayed shut up in her room. Knowing how their fights got when her mother had been drinking, Kira didn't want any part of it. "I'm finally going give you what you've always wanted! I'm going to get the hell out yours and Kira's lives!" Jason Ford yelled before storming upstairs.

Hearing the last part, Kira looked up from the doll she was playing with as she heard her father storm past her room and into his and her mother's room. Going after him to see what was wrong, Kira walked in just in time to see him pull out his handgun and a notepad and a pen. Seeing him jotting something down on the notepad, Kira saw him lay the gun down next to him.

What is daddy doing? She thought to herself when she saw him.

Quietly, she asked "Daddy? What's going on?"

Looking up at his daughter standing in the doorway with a confused and somewhat frightened look on her face, Jackson replied, "Sweetheart, I'm just taking care of something I should have done years ago. Go Back to your room."

Finishing the note he'd been writing, Jason tore the top sheet off of the notepad, got down on his knees in front of her and handed it to Kira. "I want ya to give this to your mother." Hands trembling ever so slightly, Kira took the note from her father. She didn't dare read it for fear of what it might say, not that she could read anyways.

Looking up into his daughter's innocent face, Jackson added, "Kira, I want you know that what I'm about to do, I am not doing because of you. I've always loved you more than anything, now please go back to your room." As her father sat back down on the bed, Kira watched as tears began stinging her eyes as he put the gun to the side of his head. Wanting it all to stop, Kira tried her best to tell him not to do anything, but she couldn't say a thing, nothing would come out of her mouth, her voice didn't work. Finally Jackson got up and got up and took Kira back to her room. Even though she was in her room and the door was closed she jumped when she heard the loud bang as the gun fired. She ran into her fathers room and screamed at the site that she saw.

Hearing her daughter's scream from downstairs in the kitchen, Jamie Ford ran up the stairs and into her and Jackson's bedroom. "Kira, are you okay? What's-" Before she could finish her question, Jamie had seen what had made her daughter scream. Clasping her hands over her mouth, she muttered "Oh my God!"

Kira ran down to her room and locked the door and stayed inside for days before coming out.

Kira work up with a start. That was not the dream she wanted to have while she was alive. She just never wanted that dream again. She crawled out of bed and made her way down into the basement and got her clothing out of the drier and on her way up stairs she ran into her mother and saw that though it was only 6:30 in the morning that her mother had already had finished half a bottle of Vodka and was getting the mean look on her face already.

"Kira. Have you seen my other bottles? They are all missing. What did you do with them?"

As Kira made her way up the back curved stairs she simply answered, "I dumped them out mom." Knowing that her mother couldn't make it up the stairs if her life depended on it.

"You Whore!" was the reply that she got from her mother as she made her way into her room to change and to get out to practice before school.

She slipped down the stairs in the front and ran out of the house in her favorite old part of black jeans with white flowers embroidered into the left leg and a nice and neat yellow shit with black and white rose across the side and front of the shirt.

"Bye mom," she whispered as she slipped across the lawn and walked down the road with her backpack and guitar in its case.