They are dead. They are all dead. I didn't kill them, someone else did.
Who?
I don't know. I don't want to know. What I do know is that I'm alone. All alone in this world at such a young age.
My parents - dead;
My younger brother - dead;
My older sister, one who always cared about me, I was her whole world - dead;
Grandparents - dead;
Other siblings - dead;
The whole family. Everyone I ever knew - dead.
So why me? Why am I alive? At only two years old, why was I spared?
Did killers take pity? No way. My younger brother was killed. They don't care about that
So, why me? Why was I the one left to suffer in this world.
There's nothing to live for anyways, never was.
You make your own purpose, mine was taken away.
I was too young to understand. I just sat there and cried. Soaked in that red liquid. Sitting in a pool of blood, crying for hours. I was exhausted. Waiting for parents to wake up. They never did.
Police came. I was later told that the killers were from some huge, 'evil' organization. Nothing police could do. They won't start a civil war over one random family.
'Random'? Of course it's random. Everyone is random. Who wouldn't be? President, other politicians and their families? That's the only answer. But they won't be killed - they are a part of it. If they weren't, they wouldn't have been on that position.
It's a crazy statement too. Everyone knows it's true, but no one dares to say it. It's dangerous. Way too dangerous. Easiest you could get would be jail time. Jail time for something you didn't do.
Other times, people get killed for it. It's the most logical thing to happen.
Mafia, gangs, police and politicians are one. That's something no one knows, but everyone knows.