Time doesn't stop when people say it does.
It fractures.
I was seven when my parents were murdered by men in clean suits who smelled like power and lies. My mother tried to shield me with her body. My father argued with a gun.
The bullets didn't care who was right.
I remember thinking—very calmly—that I would never forget their faces. Not the killers'.
My parents'.
they were my first thought all that was printed in my mind, and I started plotting a revenge at seven without knowing I was,
from moment I knew that a new direction would be taken but I don't know how, if I ever live after, everyone involved will pay, my parents are law abiding citizen and that law I will master to favour me,
That was my first promise.
holding my mother's hands I felt every wave of emotion, I felt everything but still felt nothing, Life has happened to me.
My mother's hands were warm even after the blood stopped moving.
I sat there holding them while men shouted and sirens screamed. I didn't scream back. I learned early that grief is quieter than chaos.
my life is already a chaos I can't make it worse I wonder who will take me in cause my uncle don't like children in actual truth he hate people being around him, I barely get to see him when my parents were alive so I thought that now his brother is dead he won't show up again then I had someone saying
"She's just a child."
but a man laughter echo loud enough for everyone to hear.
she no longer a child, children don't survive things like that unless they become something else, I turn back to see uncle Gideon hands few meters away from me in a black clothes with his two hands in his pockets, his eyes held no sorry, unreadable with a look that I swear I wish I can identify, I never expected him to be here, but then again that was his only family who was shoot dead,
uncle Gideon and my father are twins and the only children their parents had, he was the distant type, cold and aloof, a man that made other feel less of themselves, yes that's who that man was, and I wish he takes me in,
I don't raise kids, I never wanted one but can I really leave my brothers child out there for those men to finish what the started? the thoughts kept running in my mind,
kids are fragile, they ask questions about everything and love without permission but something told me Ari won't be like that, she has experienced what others haven't, and when I saw her sitting between the two corpses like she was guarding them, I knew the street will eat her if I don't take her with me, and there my brothers soul won't rest at peace