it is was only 6 am in the morning but a girl was already seated by the bank of a small lake behind her house, at last she felt calm. the sun had only started rising. it was still cold outside but it didn't stop the girl from sitting on the bare rock next to the lake.
her black hair flowed down covering her face, one could barely see her black eyes that seemed lifeless as it blankly stared at the lake in front of her.....
she found solace here...only here.
she was bent over, her arms hugging her knees. looking from behind, you could tell how skinny she was, even though she was putting on a black hoodie.
the world didn't seem to matter anymore, it was only filled with creulty, but she wasn't leaving, not until she was done tormenting those people who destroyed her life, her family .....
two hours ago, she had woken up with the usual screams from the usual nightmares, this time again, it was the one were her mother was stabbed through the chest with a knife and her father nearly beheaded, his throat had been sliced deeply, blood gushing out, leaving behind a small pool of blood on the floor of their sitting room.
she had a little brother but she didn't remember seeing his dead body that day,.....he was only three years back then.
it had been twelve years but she couldn't stop the nightmares....
.... it was imbedded in her mind.
the time flew by and she didn't realize the liquid that streamed down her face from her eyes as she was lost deep in thought, or rather she did but she didn't care.....
if only they had listened to her father that day he came running back from work, everything wouldn't have ended up this way.
they would have lived, mom would have lived, dad would have lived, Larry would have lived.
her mind kept wandering back to that day, it had rained so heavily that she felt the heavens were against her. her screams could not be heard.
kpawk... kpawk... kpawk...
the loud squeal and flapping of a bird's wings could be heard from one of the trees across the lake in front of her, it snapped her out of her thoughts.
perhaps it wasn't loud, but it seemed loud to her.
she looked up as she spotted the noisy bird, then first she cleaned off the wet substance on her face, pulled out the gun in the right pocket of her pants, then aimed at the bird .....
the loud sound of a gun shot could be heard as a bird dropped to the ground from a tall tree.
it was peaceful once again.
slowly, she tapped a finger on her fine gun, it was an m9. after a while a painful laughter excaped her lips as she started whispering to herself "kill them, kill them all, malia grey".
she laughed to herself when she imagined the head of the man called silver dangling from a rope attached to a tree, a tree just like the one in front of her.