I remember...

So much happened that I couldn't even keep account, I just stood there petrified, instead of pain I felt confused, I watched in absolute horror as my mother's body hit the ground, I could see the life leaving eyes as she looked at me before finally she stopped moving and she stopped breathing. The man I regarded as my auncle stood up and approached me ,"here ",he said giving me the gun,"take it and end their lives for me ".There was nothing but coldness in his voice as he spoke, nowhere near the warm and soft one that I knew.

I hadn't noticed but the one that kept me captive had let me go.He stood there waiting for me to take it but my mind hadn't fully processed what was happening. I looked in front of of me and noticed both my sisters being forced to a kneeling position in front of me."Go on, do it,"auncle mark said,"or I will deal them a fate worser than death ".

My oldest sister who was fifteen at that time knew what would happen if I didn't do it started pleading and begging for me to take the gun and pull the trigger.The gun landed in my hand ,I felt it's cold metal and it sent a chill of fear down my spine.

I wanted to argue my 11 year old mind at that time but I stopped when I looked into my sister's eyes, telling me there was no way out and that ending them was the only way to save them.i looked at my other sister who was thirteen at the time and she had the same look in her eyes.

With that I raised the gun guided by my auncle hand and pulled the trigger. I ended there lives that day but my sisters both thanked me before taking their last breath