I was 10, she was 6
Step dad was angry,
Moma was scared
Sister was hiding
Brother was shaking
I was staring at the gun barrel
He was drunk
He said " move now or else"
I said "no"
Sister was behind me
she was his and I was not
Moma was running
Step dad was angry
she was crying then
He was living but now hes not
blood was everywhere the guns in his hand
the sound still ringing in my ear
she was 6 and I was 10
Author notes
This pretty much is about my step dad shooting hisself in front of his kid(my half sister) and me
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what does this make you think about?
Comments
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really happen? shit.
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tears fall from these eyes ...
I have no words ...
please just know that I care ...
may time heal your heart,
many blessings,
maa
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