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Theres probably a really good reason why i feel like this is all my fault. When i look at my mom on the floor and my dad at the bottom of the stairs. I had to do something or else he would of killed her but it was too late. I grabbed the knife the same time he stabbed my mother. There was a very big mixture of blood and tears on the carpet. My hand shook with the knife in it and I screamed."UHHHHHHHhaaaa" "WHYYY!??" The knife dropped and hit the floor with a solid hit. I dropped, not having to do anything to make me drop, cause I was so stressed and mad. I was possitive that I would die from so much stress but I just layed there wondering 'Why am I not dieing?'. I was having extreme halutionations. I thought I saw my moms spirit lift through the roof of the house. I tried to feach and yell her name but I was much too weak. My hand fell and then on the floor of my house I died. WIth all of the last sounds I could here were sirons.~ R.I.P. But this time it stood for Rest In Pain ;(
