That Night
AN: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON! JUST THE PLOT!
THAT NIGHT was the night that changed my life forever. My mother and I were just walking back home from going out to have ice cream. The screams are still vivid- as it echo's in my dreams every night without falter.
At first, the car didn't alarm me, or put me on edge. As it got closer, the hair on my arms stood up. But...I didn't want this night to end, so I ignored my instincts. I knew I shouldn't have because my mother always told me to trust them. Soon, the car seemed to slow to a crawl, and then that is when I heard the first gunshot. My mom, at the sound of gunshots, stood in front of me to protect me.
When the tirade of gunshots stopped, the cars wheels squealed against the road, as the car went at a sudden precarious speed. The sound of police and ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance. Since my mom was still standing, I thought she was okay and wasn't hit. Until suddenly, she collapsed on her back showing three bullet holes in her stomach, and one near her heart. In that moment, I found my life going into an out of control spiral...
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