Long, but worth reading.
I was 11 years old, my amazing little sister Hannah was only 3 years old. My dad came home drunk this night. He had came home drunk many times before, so i had thought nothing of it. I layed in my bed, close to falling asleep. I then heard my parents starting to fight. They fought a lot, but this was different. I could hear my moms voice cracking as she was about to cry. It was obvious my dad was so drunk he had no idea what he was doing. I heard a huge bang, and something smash. Like glass. Hannah came in my room and crawled into my bed asking what was happening. I decided I would go down stairs, but made her stay up there. Just being safe. As i looked around the corner into my kitchen, I saw my mom laying there on the ground, blood all over the place. There was pictures of the family smashed, and mom flower vase smashed on the ground. I cried. Hard. Until I felt something grab onto my leg. I looked down, and it was Hannah. I wiped away my tears and tried to be strong. I couldn't believe what was happening. I went to grab her, but she ran to my dad. She asked "Daddy, why did you kill mommy?" I felt tears coming down my face again, but intantly wiped them away trying to be strong for her. He kissed her on the cheek, told her that he loved her. Walked by me, and told me he loved me also. He walked out the back door. I didn't understand any of this, and hannah started to cry. I heard a gun shot. I told hannah to wait here, as I ran outside. My dad was dead, on the grass on my backyard. I ran back inside, to get hannah, and came out the front door. I called the cops and waited with her on the front steps. That was the day my family fell apart.
Just really needed to vent...thank you so much if you honestly read all this. I love you.
DMercier