my true story

there we were (my mom, dad and i) walking down the street from a late dinner. we were laughing and enjoying our selves. it was dark and we passed a couple alleys. i noticed there was always some1 at the other end. it scared me but i didn't want to admit i was scared by it, i was 15 at the time. wen i was about to tell my parents about it we were passing another alley and instead of the people at the other end of the alley they were rite there. it was two men. 1 had a gun in his hand and the other was pulling out a knife. i hid behind a trash can trying to cover all of my self. my foot stuck out and got shot at. the bullet stung. i then heard another round go of and then a woman screamed. i heard shouts and people running. i cautiously came out. there lay my dad with a bullet hole in his chest. he whispered i love u son and then died. i then saw my mom. she was stabbed in the heart. an instant death. i called the cops. they came and couldn't find the criminals. i was taken to an orphanage the next day. 3 months later i was adopted. i now live with a man named jimmy and a woman by the name of jamie. and every nite i relive that nite. the nite that ben was shot in the foot, emily was stabbed in the heart and james was shot in the chest.