The BeginningA Chapter by AmandaThe whispers, remarks, gossip, and the lifestyle. Very painful life to live. Can they not see that I am a human too? What do they see that makes me so utterly different? What life has been choosen for me, what sin or crime have I committed to make the Gods of the heaven above depise me so much that they gave me a life or horror to live?
As I suspect you wish to know who I am, what distraught has brought me to act in such a way. I, too would also like to know the answer to that question.
I am alone.
I have no family, trageic story of what became of my family, very grueling. I was about five at the time perhaps. My mother, father and sister and I were just settleing down to say grace for our evening, meal. There was a knock on the door...Father rose from his chair and greeted a familar face, a very terrified face though. My father greeted Officier Harold at the front door of our two bedroom, one bathroom house. Father was an Officer himself you see, and there was a terrible crime that was comitted that night. A family, that live just down the road, were settling down for their evening meal as well, had their house broken into. Sadly, the robber had slane everyone in the family for the fortune, a bloody massacare, except for one. The son had escaped from the intruder by jumping our of his window, though he had a broken arm he was able to find help. Jacob, the son who had the broken arm, was only seven years of age. He had witnessed his parents and sister be killed right in front of his eyes and to see that he was next in line, made a run for his life.
My father was called to duty, he rushed out the door in his uniform and bolted for the house. My mother, sister and I sat silently at the dinner table consuming our meal, letting everything that had just occured sink in, all the meanwhile poor Jacob was shaken up and scarred. As we finished up our dinner, there was knock on the door, Officer Harold. Tears flooded his eyes as he held his cap in his hand all while trying to explain the events that took place. Officer Harold fiddled with his cap as he sat down trying to tell the the rest of the family his story. © 2008 Amanda |
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Added on November 29, 2008 Last Updated on November 29, 2008 AuthorAmandaMIAboutI love my family friends and the sports I play, my life is great and full of blessings, I couldn't ask for a better place to be. I look up to my older brother Michael more..Writing
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