"what really happened? tell me who killed them." the police officer asked me.
I am in the police station right now, they are asking me the same question, asking what happened that moments, it traumatized me, didn't want to talk about it anymore, it kills me more when they are asking me about it, months past but the crime still not solved, I am the only one who survived...
FLASH BACK.
ring...ring...
My phone ring many times.
"Mom—"
"I said no! You're not coming with them, end of discussion.* my mom cuts me off. "If something might happened there?"
"Mom, there's a men's coming with us we're safe—"
"Exactly! You're coming with boys, what if they'll—"
"Mom, they're different, they are kind from others!" I cut her off too.