"Shut your mouth or I will pull the trigger!" "You are not going to do that sweetheart, you are going to give me the gun so I can send you off so you can accompany your pathetic father to hell" he was too calm as if he was very sure I wouldn't pull the trigger at him. "I will do it then you will really understand that am no kid" as if I knew how a gun even works. I tried as much as I could to pull the trigger but nothing happened. Like the wind, the gun was yanked out of my hands and a heavy blow landed at the back of my head. Everything stopped and begun dissolving into nothingness. I could barely see or think of anything, darkness engulfed me and I went down on my knees. I heard a roaring laughter as an agonized cry escaped my lips. From the very back where there was a little light, I could hear the muffled cry of my mother and Ivy...ivy! Ivy was here, no God no! She can't get hurt. I forced my eyes to open and saw her squeezed in a corned crying. it always happens when you care about someone a lot. the person will either leave you, die or hate you. when the two bullets snatched Monica's parents away and created hatred between her and her sister Ivy she didn't know what to do with her life she sought survival, happiness and justice. but in such a world justice is to be earned and not found. and that road isn't an easy one!
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