Her brother was murdered before her eyes. The only person she felt comfortable and loved around. Yet the prison breaker walked into their home to make her parents pay for putting him in jail.
It was an unpleasant sight. She quivered and cried, but no tears came. Her brother's blood trickled down her face, warm and murderous. She was only ten after all.
She couldn't move or call out for help. But desperate to know if her brother lived, she approached the corpse, drenching her entire body in blood.
She couldn't take it anymore. She knew her brother was gone, and if that was the case, she had to leave as well. Right by her leg lay the same weapon that killed her brother.
She clung to it, ready to end it all, but her parents walked in.
She was a kid. She knew nothing, but the scene told everything. It wasn't the truth, but it looked like a fact, and that wasn't something even her parents could accept.
