Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

Knock. Knock. Knock. I take a deep breath. They're never going to get in- at least, my baby will never know what happened. She will never be taken. That is all that matters now. She is safe. They only want me, so I'll go with them. I hope my baby knows that I'm doing allnof this for her life, and that I love her so, so much. I open the door, just in time to see a silver gun. BANG! BANG! I can feel the pain- wait, I swear another bullet has just hit me, but I couldn't hear it or feel the pain. A flicker of the image of my baby crosses my mind right before a gloved hand grabs me by the jacket. The man who shot me. I what to get him! I want to kill him! But they haven't found my baby, so my work is done here. And then I can see a black boot. I'm facing the floor now. I wonder if I'll ever.....

Fourteen years and the police agent found anything to do with my mother. All that we know is that she was shot six times, as the neighbours heard it. So did I. I was three months old. Three months old, and my mum was killed and dragged away, with somebody cleaning up the evidence after her. I hope they're dead, because if I find them and get my hands on them, they're gonna wish they were. 
Yeah, I live in an orphanage- because that's where orphans go, duh- where life is hard and the owner and matrons make your work your socks off and a cruel. Blah, blah, blah? What matters about me is that I'm not like the other dead parenteees, I'm different. I'm going to find my mother's DNA before the police do, and out an end to my agony and finenout who put an end to hers. Before I turn fifteen.