A feeling of dread is all I can feel, it's probably because I'm laying on the ground face up, while it's raining. I can feel hurt too, but I have to put that aside, because of this weird feeling.

I feel like I'm fading, disappearing from the world, when everything goes black.

When I wake up everything feels okay, but I'm kinda sore and I'm in my room. How did I end up in my room? I don't know. My only conclusion is that yesterday was a dream, that's all, just a big dream of lying on the cement, alone dying.

When I get up I'm really sore and hurting I don't really want to move, but I know I have to get up some time. So I slowly move to the opposing side of my room, all dizzy and look around. I am in my room. I really wanted to know if yesterday existed, maybe I would get answers from that, but that question could not currently be answered.

I walked out to the living room, and to the kitchen, my dads in there and cooking. I started towards him and stopped short when my mother suddenly screamed. My father turned and his eyes grew to the size of basketballs. All so very suddenly, I was staring down a double-barreled shotgun barrel pointed towards my heart. I was so stunned I couldn't move. My fathers finger tightened around the trigger and I wanted to scream.

After you stare at something like that, and know that even your parents don't like you, that they want to kill you, you can never be the same. I will never be the same.

After a long silence my father said,

"I want you out of my house, just leave now Demonis!"

I just stared. What else could I do? At first I thought this was going to be some sick joke, but it wasn't! This became clear to me when he let out a blast, where I had been standing! When he told me to leave, I moved a foot, but when he shot, I scrambled! Fell and scrambled! I ran to my room, but he followed yelling at me. I had no idea what to do! My father was going to kill me! So when he started to beat the door down, I went to the only exit I saw working, my window. I jumped out not realizing what floor I was on, and smacked the ground, hard. I live on the third floor! Third! I wanted to scream from pain, but another blast stopped me short. I took off, running as fast as I could. My legs burned in agonizing pain, but I knew I had to keep moving. Then all suddenely, I got that weird feeling again, I blanked out.