In this world, everyone has a dream. Small or big, it doesn't matter, they all have one. Obviously, it applies to me too and my dream is to make my parents proud of me. To keep them always happy. Was this too much to ask for? Is it too late to start for that? I wish...if things could have been different.
-Bang
The sound of the gun firing comes. With fear, my eyes close on their own. Somebody screams, a lady or perhaps a girl. As if by instinct many other girls start screaming the next instant. But my mind is too numb to pay attention to those details. My father...mother...they are gone. What shall I do next? My eyes slowly open. There is fury in my eyes as I turn to look at Paul, the guy who shot at...
'Huh?!' Amidst the confusion I see something unbelievable. Paul...he is wriggling and screaming in pain as blood covers his hand. The first scream...was his? His guards and other people he brought with him are trying to help him but his uncontrolled movement is hurting him more.
