blood wine and 3kids:2

Be safe that is some thing that i can bot all ways garantee after all i always do fight for my life evry life. Trying tofind the people that killed my family, never did find them, but every time i think i have found them i almost alwayz end up dead.

Be Safe!... hearing those words made me stop in my tracks.... i was at the bottom of the steps when i heard those words. I fro some reason forced my self to look back up the steps. Not seeing any thing.... again i forced my self to look away and start walk... and for some reason i had a deep gut feeling that was telling me not to leave my kids alone tonight.

Giving the house a quick search for anything suspicious and not finding any thing i walk to the garage. Going straight to the garage closet ( i had built one to store  my weponds and loked it so the kids wont find it and hurt them selves.) i opened it a looking at all the guns, riffles, bow and arrows, and blades and swords. Not knowing what to use tonight, and since i dont use the same weaponed twice in a row, i really couldnt decicde but since i was in the mood for guns and since i havent used one in like a month i grabed 5 guns, a black revolver, a silver pistol, a 44 magnum (no not a condom), and a black and silver glock, i also took my favorite blade for just in case that i tucked under my sleaves.

Walking out and locking the door. i was to where my cars where at.... again like my weaponds i dont use the same car twice in a row. I had black 2005 Jarguar, a red 2005 Mercedes Benz, white 2005 lexus convertable,  blue catillac and a black 2005 lexus. i choose to take my black 2005 lexus.

Still with the feeling of un easeness... i make sure that i locked all the doors. I turned on the car and drove off.  i was 3 block away and the feeling had gone away....sort of.  as i was driving i guess dazed off.... i didnt fall a sleep i guess i didnt reall have my mind on the road.  I started thinking about the nightmare i had woken up from.... atcually it was more like old memories that ive alwas wanted to forget but cant an therefore i am the person i am today.

this memory actually is one i really wish was a dream... and if it was you  i guess u'd think the same:

          I had just turned sixteen like tree das ago. I had the best sweet sixteen ever! i was gothic but girly.  it was basicly like a costume party. but thats not the point.  All i really wanted was to go camping ( believe it or not im a nature freak)  and get this blade i had seen a a flee market two months before my birthday.  that had chiness lettering in like blood red letters saying "love protec live, hate desroy die" at first i didnt get it at first. i wans allowed to buy it but in the end my father  bought it for me and gave it to me that day. That day i had Fun hiking and taking pictures of cool stuff with the camera my mother had given me.______It was like minight and every one was asleep. My father had rented a cabin that had two rooms a kitchen and a bathroom. wasnt fancy but still good.  my mother and father got one room for "privacy"...ewww...*shutter shutter*....my lil' sister Kailey (13) and my lil' brother greg (10) and me shared the other room. that night it was really quite, it was so calm and relaxing.... well thats what i had thought... when out of no where we (my lil' bro and sis and me) woke up by ascream coming from my parents room. We all look at each other not knowing wat to do....  So i say"stay here ill go check it out stay together and dont move or make a sound." leaving the room, walking down the hall passing the bathroom seeing peices of broken glass all over the floor like some one had been fighting.....and the faucet over flowing red water... i kept walking wondering how we didnt hear any of this stuff. When suddlenly i stoped dead in my tracks a couple of steps away from my parents bedroom. Horrified to see bright red liquid flowing from under the door. Scared and worried... gut feeling telling me to turn back and not open the door. But i really wanted to see what was going on. So i turned the nob hoping to just see a wine bootle spilled on the floor but in stead all i saw was my mother on the floor with a slit throat right in front of the door, bruises all over the body as if she was fight with some one over some thing. Looking away trying to see if my father was alive or some thing, i i see a figure under the covers of the bed. i steped over my mothers body trying not to move it or harm the body even more..... i go over to the bed, pull the covers off slowly. Tears swelling up in my eyes from the sight. i couldnt believe my eyes... i start slapping my slef trying to see if i could wake my self up from a dream. To see my mother dead on the floor and the my father mutalated..... head, arms and legs cut off and rearaged with bite marks all over the body i was to horried and in shock that i couldnt moove at all. Un till i her my lil sister and my lil brother scream and call my name.   scared and in a hurry to try and save the lifes of the only things i have left that would still make us a family.