My mom tucked in bed, and read my favorite books, I was so excited I could bounce off the walls like a pony on drugs. After my mom shushed me she started reading with delight. "Once upon a time, lived a lovely princess her name was Scarlet. She was the most loveliest girl in the world until a wicked witch cursed her never to sing and a prince came to save her from the curse and went on a adventure to get her lovely voice back. Once they defeated the wicked witch the Princess got her voice back and the prince and princess lived happily ever after." That will be such an amazing life, living with a prince in luxury having everything. I wonder if princess is a thing and if I could ever be one. "Night little one, sleep tight." I went to asleep shortly after, couple hours passed by the house was very quite and my dad and my mom where right next to my room sound asleep. Until I heard slow walking, my parents where snoring. My room is all the way in the back, my parents right ahead of me. I was scared, I was truly scared if I got out of my room to warn my parents I would be dead in a flash. I squeezed my eyes pinching myself harshly trying wake myself up. I slowly walked to the closet and hid behind tons of clothes I had and hid in the corner squeezing my eyes trying curl in a ball as much as possible.
I cried silently, traumatized that I couldn't even say goodbye to my parent then I heard loud footsteps near my door. I quickly hushed myself in panic and feared my very own life. My stomach was twisting in knots while my legs where weak as noodles and my I'm squeezing my eyes shut praying to dear god I won't die tonight, I was only five, just five. The door creaked open and the person turned my room upside down I hear him looking everywhere. Until, the last spot. The closet, he opens the door and he doesn't seem to see me hidden behind my clothes. I am thankful I'm short for this period of time, he then closes it and walks out of my bedroom and closes the door. Couple minutes pass by and I hear an engine start running. I ran to my parents, to see if they where alive. Stupid right? After those gunshots they are dead not like the shooter was going be random.
I slowly creaked open the door and gasp in horror. I see my mom dead, in her sleep with her eyes wide open and my dad, my dad. Was shot three times. I fell down, trembling my whole body numb with coldness my eyes dropping down cold tears down my face staining my nightgown I cried, and cried. Until I knew I had to call 911, I rushed to the living room struggling. I speed dialed the phone and it went on.
"911, whats your emergency?"
"My parents died, in their bedroom a person came in and killed" My sentence muffled from my loud crying and whimpering.
"Calm down, breath in and out. Please tell me again."
"My parents died."
"We are coming right over there, stay in the house and don't go outside"
The call hanged up, I was left in this cold room feeling empty I was mixed with anger and sadness. I will avenge my parents and find the man who dared to kill my parents. Disturbed by my thoughts, I hear knocking. I rushed to the door to see a possy of three cars and a ambulance. They investigated that felt like hours and once they where done they looked at me with worried eyes mixed with sympathy.
"I'm sorry kid, but you're a foster now we are going take you to a temporary home until you are adopted." After those words spilled out of his mouth, I screamed and tried run away as always I failed with my limb legs.
"DIAN STOP CRYING YOU PIECE OF CRAP." My foster dad yelled. Sorry, for my manners my name is Dian I am a foster kid living in a shitty home and in a shitty city not the best situation right? I used to live in a nice house and good friends but nope, I moved because of my foster parents. Couldn't go any wrong right? Far from that, my parents are abusive verbally and abusively sounds depressing but I'm used to it I'm basically a slave to them and only adopted me. They don't count me as part of family, sorta like a Cinderella story right.
Now is not the time I want be Cinderella, oh I'm 17. So basically 7 years of depression I believe. One more month and I'm free, free from this family I hate. "DIAN WHAT DID I TELL YOU, I CALLED YOU." My farther roared with frustration. My suppose to be sister snicked and watched us from a good point.
Now, lets begin my whole life and when my avenge does take action.