When I Was Little

When I was little my dad had a problem. He made the mistake and killed my mom. It happened when I was little,to me somewhat like a little riddle. I was in my room playing with my doll when I heard a big slam on the wall. I went under my bed and hoped it would end, but it wouldn't stop I couldn't even pretend. I heard screaming and then a loud wale, I tried to pretend it was all a fairytale I got up on my feet and went to see what was wrong. When I saw my dead mother I couldn't look at her for long. Tears flew down my cheek then I began to cry. Couldn't hold back my tears for long, I couldn't even try. I cryed for a moment then I saw him, The guy who killed my mother, I remembered I used to love him. I rushed away and ran out the door, then I tripped and hit the floor. I missed the person i used to adore, I missed the person he was before. He grasped me in his arms and squeezed me tight, he was so strong it was worthless to fight. I let out my last scream and then gave up. That's when I almost died because I wasn't tough, not even enough. But to my attention I saw someone, He punched my dad, then told me to run. It is still a sad story to tell, it was when my mom died and I almost died as well.