Cold piece of metal cocked to the back of my head, loud orders to my mom, yelling at her to get on the ground, this shadowy figure in the back of me has all the power and control that I could even imagine. My mother screams to me, "Everything will be okay, just listen to whatever he says, be a good boy." I obey her orders not knowing what was happening. The shadow speaks in his rough raspy voice, "to go outside and call my oldest brother in. He says not to do anything stupid or he will shoot me in the back. I think in my mind, "what will he shoot me with? Guns don't hurt that much, at least not the ones I play with. They can't even stick on the windows!"
Obeying my mother, I go outside to the van and tell my oldest brother to come in. He walks in and is greeted with fear. I have never in my life, seen my brother so stricken with fear. The shadow tells my brother to go inside, pointing out this black metal gun. It did not look like the guns that I played with. It looked a bit small to be playing nerf wars with, where do you put all the ammo?
The shadow pushes me into the corner with my mom and brother. The shadow yells, "Is there anyone else out there?"
My mom cries, "No!" The shadow grabs my brother and I and takes us into a closet and tells us softly "if you try to run, I will kill your mother." He slams it in our faces, I hear my mom screaming, "what did you do to my sons?" She yells words I cannot understand and immediately it turns silent. I whisper to my brother "what is happening?" He tells me to shut up. I ask is "mom okay?" He holds on to me tight and tells me to be quiet. I start to hear rumbling in the living room. I hear my mom screaming "PLEASE, DON'T!" She screams and cries over and over "STOP IT!" It sounded like she was in deep pain. I start to cry my brother squeezes me harder and releases, he opens the closet door and runs out. It turns silent.
I hear two loud noises that hurt my ears alot. It was like someone slammed the door really hard. Twice. Someone opens the door and I am blinded by the light. That person grabs me and carries me outside to the van. It was my mom and brother running frantically to the van. She keeps telling us everything is going to be okay, everything is going to be okay.
My brother just shot my father.