There was a day I would never be able to forget and I was just 13.
The sound of police sirens and the popular yellow tape that covered my house. The police barged into my house and found my dead mum on the floor, unmoving and unblinking.
They searched round for my father but they weren't able to find a trace of him. He was put as the main suspect.
Normally, a murder case like that in Florida wouldn't really have the police going crazy but a symbol was left. The illuminati symbol. The symbol that has been left in the house of the hundred people murdered that month.
I didn't believe my dad could do this but there really was no proof. They took me to an orphanage and just left me there. I really hope I'll be able to make friends.