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Prologue
“Nicole! I’m home!”
I yelled to my twelve year old sister. I had just been
dropped off by my friend from a long, hot soccer practice.
Our coach had made us run 3 miles around the field, and
because of that, I was exhausted. All I wanted was to take an
ice cold shower and relax. My house, which was normally
filled with the T.V. blaring, music playing, and people
talking, was now oddly quiet. My parents were still at work,
which would partially explain the almost uncomfortable
silence, but Nicole should still be home.
“Nicole?” I yelled again, having gotten no
response from her the first time. That’s
funny, I thought to myself. She was probably at a
friend’s house or something. No need to worry.
I climbed the stairs to take a shower, and that’s when
I saw it. Coming from Nicole’s bedroom was a trail of
red liquid. Paint? Juice? I thought. No. It was
blood. Taking a shaky breath, I followed the trail, bracing
myself for what I might see. Her bedroom window was
completely shattered, and there was glass everywhere. The
room was a total mess. Clothes and books were thrown
everywhere, and there was even a huge dent in the wall. I
scanned the rest of the room, and that’s when my heart
almost stopped. Laying on the bedroom floor was Nicole, pale
as a ghost, with a bullet hole through her head. My little
sister, dead. No, this is not happening. It
can’t be happening. Have you ever been so
completely terrified that you couldn’t move? So afraid
that all you can do is stand there, not able to think, not
able to even cry out in horror? If you multiply that by ten,
you could imagine how I felt at that moment. It is a feeling
I am sure I will never forget. I could not pull my eyes away
from Nicole, who I loved more than anything in the world,
until the room started to spin, and everything went
black.
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