I peer out from behind the box I am hiding behind. I see men standing around mother, who is strapped into a chair. Her golden hair is tangled and her usual blue eyes are bloodshot. One of the men, presumably the leader takes a knife and puts it under her chin, forcing her face up and their eyes to meet. When I see her blood I have to hold back my bile. “Who did it?” he asks. my mothers eyes are darting around to the men and around the room “FUCK YOU !” My mother cries out, her voice distorted with tears. “If thats the way you want it,” the man says in an eerily calm voice. My moms eyes reach mine milliseconds before the knif touches her stomach. She begs me to protect the secret with her eyes before I duck down to prevent the scene from reaching my eyes. I still can hear her screams and the sound of metal burying itself into human flesh. I lift up my head and look down at my hands, white from clenching them in fists. My throat aches from strangled screams and cries, but only one word enters my mind.
revenge