It all started like a rumbling of storms I definately saw them they were coming for me and they did not even try to hide that.But then someone pushed me backwords and started fighting them off, but they we many a crowd or if I may say a gang the person was my dad and he was fighting them from getting to me. It was raining heavily and we all seemed not to care about it and then when one man who i suppose was the gang leader got tired of my dads protesting he took out a rifle and shot at him but then someone came rushing infront of him and then when the bullet had hit that when it registered on my mind that it was my mother.

I didn't belive it so i tried to wake her up and that when I noticed that the bullet that was meant for one had hit two.My father was also shot and those gansters left me with my critical parents there.I only opted to scream and scream but it was like my vouce was being held out by someone.That when I heard someone calling me from a far i could not place it but I knew it sounded so familiar.It called so much and then I heard it loud and clear it was my cousin Mark  I woke up and looked at Him he looked stressed and that when it registered that I actually had another nightmare .

It happened from long ago since the day I lost both my parents and it being infront of me and I was still a ten year old little girl .But even eight years later they still tormented me. I had becme so heartless and never gave a care to what people said about me and only when I was alone only then would I cry my heart out.I still missed then and being the onlyy child onl proved to be worse.

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They had brought me to stay at my aunt and she really turned fron caring to a very evil person she treated me no less than a hepless person rather than her brothers daughter. She belived that I was behind what had killed them and she would always make it clear but her Husband and her son mike were like family to me and I loved them so dearly although my other cousin Vivan was a toatal mainiac like her mother whenever she got a chance to make me feel down she would gracefully do it .I never for once showed her my vulnerability at all but I knew they hurt so much and stung like pang of thorns thrown on my head.

The only people who defended me were Mike and my uncle Richard.When I had nightmares they were there to help me through them and convince it was not my fault.Mike would give support on anything and I knew I could count on him as well as uncle Richard they were family.I knew I could ive my lfe for them at any moment when they needed me cause they desereved it.

I was brushed back to senses by Mike when he pinched my arm"ouch that was painful .But thank you  Mike and am sorry if i woke you up"i said apologeticallly.He just brushed it off and said it was ok then he came on the other side of the bed and slid into the sheets and held me closer. This had been a habit he'd always do to confort me he would cuddle up in bed with me and tell me stories untill I went to sleep.I would always refuse but he always said because he was my big brother he would always take care of me at anytime I was in need .He cuddled me up and I only remember Him saying a story about the little red ridding hood but I couldn't seem to here it because i was consumed by darkness and then i blacked out.