We were in the car, heading over to the museum that my sister and I were so excited about seeing. My excitement was crushed in an instant. My world began its slow descent into chaos as soon as we were rammed from behind with another car. Naturally, my father went out to talk with the driver of the guilty car and he was shot, right through the forehead by the damned driver. He killed him. MY OWN FATHER. Right in front of me and the rest of my family. I heard my little sister scream and my mother gasp as she watched him fall to the road, dead. She turned and looked in the back seat at me and Mage with a kind face, but her eyes showed the horror and fear that we all felt as the men who had just killed my father a few moments before got closer, "Hope, take your sister and run. Please, you need to get out of here. I love you both so-"
She was cut off as a second gunshot rang through the air and I saw it as it left a red stain in her hair. They had just killed my mother and she slumped into the car seat. She was gone. Now my sister and I were orphans, how would we survive? Without a second thought as my mother's words of running away entered my mind, I took my sister by her wrist and opened the door with all my might as I ran for my life as well as Mage's down the street and past the men. We were so close to an alleyway that we would only be able to fit down. We were so close to safety and freedom. My dream was crushed right then.
A third, and final shot of a gun pierced the air as I whipped my head around to see my sister with a hole in her stomach. Catching her as she collapsed to the ground I held her hand as she slowly bled to death. She kept saying how happy she was and how she could see Mommy and Daddy. Even in all this pain she was still happy as I cried my eyes out while the men searched our car and my mother for something that I wouldn't know till many years later, the Millennium Bracelet.
As her eyes shut for one final time, I felt my heart grow heavy as I made the regretful choice of leaving her there. Turning and running quickly into the alleyway and escaping from the monsters that had just killed my family. I was all alone. Alone. All because of them. I hate them. I hate them all! I hate this world! What world would allow a seven year old to go through all this?! With that, I ran farther down the alleyway as pained tears stung my eyes and slipped down my face. Coming to a stop at a dead end I then collapsed to my knees in a fit of crying and slowly curled up on the cold ground. That was where I slept that night after my crying had worn me down. That night, I truly entered the storm that would soon become my life.
