Starting a journal of my life.
1956-6-12
Worst day of my life. I can't accept this everything is like a dream and I am not the one in control. It's a dream, no, a nightmare that never ends. Everything is not real. I am considering taking my life...
I could have saved them... If only I had been there... Even if I died it would be better.
If it helps I'll try to write down what happened... My... family died... I was shopping...
And I could have saved them...
I CAN'T WAKE UP!!! Why... Why us.
We aren't even rich and he targeted us. I hate him. I'll kill that heartless piece of shit.
At least he's in jail for life. I think... Well, he should be so he will be. Personally, I would execute him. Karl Onislav. That is that scums name.
He broke in to our house at broad daylight. Then took my sister as a hostage. He said to give him all of our money. They did. They gave him all our money, but he wasn't satisfied. He thought that they were lying.
No... We just weren't rich. He lost his temper. He shot and hit my mom. I guess he decided that they're not worth more and killed my family.
Maybe I can still wake up from this nightmare.
I will go sleep... Maybe it will help.