At the age of 11, me and my entire family lived in a mansion. My father owns a multi billion dollar company, so every once in a while some one tries to steal from us.
That’s the reason why my father has been paying for guards to protect the estate. But unfortunately for me and my family today was different. Very different. Today we don’t really know who sent them, but about 15 men showed up at the estate. We had the idea that the people who hired them was the rival business of my dad’s business.
They came up to the house, blew off the doors, I ran to the safe room with my teddy bear. My brother came with. My father and mother were on thier way but they got shot. Their were cameras watching the people through the house. My mother survived the shot, fell around the corner. Six of them came around the corner. One shot off her head the rest shot her in the body. My brother ran out. I begged him to stay, but he said he was ok and pulled out something that looked like a .22 pistol. He ran out and shot three of them. I followed my brother out though.
I ran into four of them. Once I heard gun shots I ran the other way. As I was running, they chose to shoot me cause they just wanted to be done with it. There were about two seconds of pain and then it was all gone... my memory, the pain, every thing.
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