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Opening my eyes to the darkness in my room. I try not to cry and look away to soon. I didn't know what woke me up from my horrible dream. But what did I expect when I wake up at three? This is not it. Walking around the mess afraid to think why. Looking at the steps, that's when I start to cry. The steps, same as my room are a dark shade of red. Everything's covered in death. Startled, I truly wake up. I cry, just like in my dream for I know this story all to well. This was a night ten years ago when I was to afraid to let go. That night while I was sleeping, my mom and dad had died. What woke me up, a gunshot. I was only four, which is why I'm still alive. One year older, and I would have died. I have that dream a lot, different parts each time. They said I was to young, to remember that one night. Then why do I still remember it? After I saw my mom and dad lying still on the stairs. The police and ambulance broke in, and carried them away. We had a small funeral a few blocks from that house. I go there once a week, to cry over their graves. I was really close to my mom, she was like my best friend. She always will be, until the very end. This is also where I buried my friend, Shaun. I'll see them all when I go to visit the small pond. - This is a true story. I would've told you what I found when I went downstairs, but it is something I couldn't have imagined. I never will tell anyone everything I found, until it's not so bad to think about it... Have a good day! Lee< -