S̵̼̪̝̘̼͚̋͜p̶̨̨̣̼͊̅̉͐͋͊͝͝r̷̞̈́͗ͅi̵͇̙̹͕̹̥͖͗͂̃̾͝n̸̡̧̢̲̗̯͕͔͈̅̒̂͗ͅg̶̻̤̪̝̝̞̠̝̅͊̽̋͑̚͠͝ ̴̧̡̱̲̀̏̃͘B̷̧̯͕̩̥͍̯̪̺͆̓̾̽r̵̼͕̐̓͛̀̚͝è̴̝̓̄ä̴̳̝̮͎̜̲́̕͠ͅk̴͚͓̖̼̾̇́̄͗͑̅?̸̧̘̗̝͖̼̻̓̽̀͒̕!̷̛̻̥̳͕̉͆̒̿͘͝?̴̜͉̣̀̈́̆̅̑͝!̴̰̃̕

Spring. The season in which the soft white snow melts & the ground turns into bright green grass & beautiful flowers begin to bloom & cover the once white world into something truly magnificent. Spring. A season in which kids begin to celebrate the end of the school year & happy families go on vacation & heavenly weddings take place. But, it is also a rather dark season as well, at least, for some. It is also the season that had taken my mother & older sister away from me just four years ago. Coming home from a friend's end-of-the-year party, I had come across the bodies of my loved ones, their limbs broken & forced into disgustingly disturbing positions, their eyes, noses, & mouths dripping blood & their clothes shredded from head to toes. The backdoor was left wide open & the TV had been smashed in & our fridge was ransacked & all of our family pictures were broken on the ground. I was only 13 when this happened & didn't know what to do. I was scared, panicked! I wanted to call the police but, in doing so, that would force me to leave my only family & become an orphan. I had read some rather horrifying orphanage stories on the internet & didn't want to say goodbye to my family even though it was clearly too late.

So, instead, I just ran away. I didn't know where or why...I just let my feet take me, my mind a blurry mess & my eyes clogged from tears. Passerbys didn't seem to notice the distressed look on my face nor did they seem to care enough to offer me a hand. I just ran & thought of nothing else. My beautiful mother, tall & slim with delicate hands & feet & her face as warm as a hug. My sister is somewhat shorter than us both but, semi-muscular. A passionate fan of volleyball & gymnastics, her ceramic white skin stained red & her blonde hair strewn around everywhere. Without even realizing it, I was starting to hyperventilate.

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Even though this was years ago...I'm still not yet over the tragedy & I don't even know who did it. Despite it being on the news & the talk of the city, especially the news about the "missing son," nobody knew who the criminal was. I was desperate. I wanted to forget...I did....but, unfortunately, such a thing is easier said than done...