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 The weapon falls from my hands with a crash as I collapse to my knees amidst the pools of blood. Three bodies lay lifeless before me. Crimson blood. Bright red against my pale skin. Panic begins to set in. The feeling of the weapon entering the body of the man. The feeling of the blade piercing the skin. The feeling of the blood running down from the blade and onto my hand and arms. Blood. The singular word consuming my mind. The colour vivid filling my mind. I try to shake it off, to stand up and move away. The clash of weapons continues outside. The sound rings in my head as I move towards the door. Halfway to the door I trip and fall, hitting the floor with a thud. I turn to look at what I tripped on and freeze. I had tripped on my mother's outstretched arm. A scream wells in my throat but no noise emerged. Pushing myself as far from her as I can get. Into the corner by the door. I curl up into a ball. My hands covering my ears as I rock silently crying as I look at the bodies of my parents who died protecting me.\\ The weapon falls from my hands with a crash as I collapse to my knees amidst the pools of blood. Three bodies lay lifeless before me. Crimson blood. Bright red against my pale skin. Panic begins to set in. The feeling of the weapon entering the body of the man. The feeling of the blade piercing the skin. The feeling of the blood running down from the blade and onto my hand and arms. Blood. The singular word consuming my mind. The colour vivid filling my mind. I try to shake it off, to stand up and move away. The clash of weapons continues outside. The sound rings in my head as I move towards the door. Halfway to the door I trip and fall, hitting the floor with a thud. I turn to look at what I tripped on and freeze. I had tripped on my mother's outstretched arm. A scream wells in my throat but no noise emerged. Pushing myself as far from her as I can get. Into the corner by the door. I curl up into a ball. My hands covering my ears as I rock silently crying as I look at the bodies of my parents who died protecting me.\\
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