Anderson
It was back again, that horrible night, my parents were assassinated! I stood in a pool of blood under the starless sky, I can still hear my mother's ear-piercing scream when she was being stabbed to death, and the horrible sounds of glasses shattering on the floor, as my father tried desperately to take him down. Then came loud gunfire and every noise died down. I can still feel his touch when he grabbed me from under the table and deep his knife in my back cold-bloodedly. The pain I felt inside was much greater than the pain I felt physically when I saw my both parents in a pool of blood. Their blood.
The pool of blood seemed to get larger and slowly it drown me no matter how much I struggle to swim out it was just futile.
I smell a fragrance, so fresh, so calming, I inhaled
