Holding on (part one)

I didn???t have to be put in this stupid group home but I did. My parents didn???t have to get killed but they did. I don???t have to sit here in grieve over it all but I am. My life was not always this jacked up. Until my 16th birthday I was a normal teen. I had a boyfriend, friends, and two loving parents. Its all gone now. Since the shooting I have been a hollow shell of my formal self. And as I sit here on this bed and think about watching my parents bleed to death on the kitchen floor, I start to cry my eyes out. I need to feel something, everything is numb. I take out my pocket knife and start sliding it across my ice cold wrist. As I see the blood poor down my arm on to the sheets I smile. I can feel again for once. I cant stand it when they take away my knife! They will pay dearly for it soon???

To be continued???