The Day That Changed My Life

*Dramatic Monologue* It was a normal Thursday. I went to school, and was on my way home. But on the way, Adam, the guy I've been crushing on forever stopped to talk with me and he actually asked me to go to a movie tomorrow night, I accepted of course. I got in my car and drove home. When I walked up to the front door, it was open. My dad never leaves the door open. I walked in and called out, "Dad! Dad!" No answer. Then I look and on the couch I see my dad, lying there with three gun shots in his head, covered in blood. Almost too weak to walk, I then see my mother on the floor with a gunshot to the chest, also covered,covered in blood. Crying hysterically I went into my brother's room hoping he wouldn't be there. (He stayed home from school today because he was sick) But he was. He was there. And he looked just like my parents, expect he was shot the most. *Cries for a bit, then gathers herself together* Twelve times. TWELVE TIMES. Who would do this?! Who would do this to me?! To my family?! Why didn't I die with my family?! Why was I spared?! I shouldn't have talked to Adam. I shouldn't have. Why did I do that?! *Cries again, then a pause and continues* After that I was never the same. I was a different person. A different being. Because that was the day that changed my life.