Sitting on Marissa's other bed, I whimpered myself to sleep. Everyone told me to stay away from mysteries, but they were not my fault. Trouble finds me; I don't go looking for it. I never knew I would learn the hard way. But it is just destiny, right? Soon I dozed off in the darkness of the night.
'Grams, Lana, and I were walking on the street, like nothing was wrong with my life. Lana had just promised that at dinner, she would tell me who my dad is. We just passed the dress shop. Grams joked about needing one for Casey and me. I blushed and did not even notice the black car snaking behind us. Had I looked closer, I would have realized that a person with snake tattoo on his arm stole that SUV a day ago. But I didn't. The driver rolled the window down and an arm came out holding something. A gun, to be exact. Two gunshots rang out; three women fell. The SUV drove away in a moment. After a second, I slowly rose, cautiously looking for the shooter. As soon as the coast was clear, I checked Lana. Lana had blood gushing out of her skull. She still had a faint pulse though. I checked Grams. She was in a worse state. Her hands were as cold as ice and blood was seeping through a hole in her dress, right above her heart. I screamed.'
Someone came over and shook me. "No! Grams! Mom!" I cried. Marissa sat down beside me. She tried to calm me down but it was not working so well. I thought to myself that the killer would not get away with murder.
Who is that crazy jerk? What in the world would he have to do with them? I had thought that my mom would finally stay with me for at least a year, but now that dream is shattered. She had abandoned me, left me with Grams, and run off to be a soap opera actress. And now she's dead. DEAD! Grams, supportive of everything (well, almost everything), is now dead. I hope they go to heaven at least.
I went to sleep after that and kept on hearing gunshots and seeing pictures of people ripped and covered in red liquid.