Our lives Part I

Over the past eight years, I had been stuck in a cage.

I was always reminded of the face of the person who took my parents away. I was reminded of the day my parents were murdered. They were thrown into the sea for those cruel devils to rip them apart. I kept questioning myself about how they must have felt. They would obviously be in tremendous pain, but they could not scream surrounded by water. Once, I wanted to give myself over to that kind of death. However, I could not leave because of what my dad had left me.

Until one day, the killer came back into my life. I gave him lessons for what he had done to my parents.

One bullet in his head was an end to my suffering.