A night to remember

"BANG!"
With that, she jumps out of bed, running back to her shaking mother still standing in the dimly lit foyer. Alone she stands, trembling, sobbing, a look of pure mortification on her face. Not once does she glimps to her left to she that little girl of only seven, her gaze is fixed on the man lying crumpled to the ground in front of her, blood pooling next to his head. His life violently robbed from his body, at the sake of his own hand.


The little girl has seen so much, so young, too young. It wasn't just a week that he had brought this gun into their home. "We need to protect ourselves," He convincingly told her mother, but who could protect him from his own torment?

The days passed by without remorse. Smiling faces, silly places, many nights a drunken bliss. This night, started like most, a slight chill in the air, after a warm sunny day.