"Momma?.." Nine-year-old me walked down the now silent alleyway. Terrified, I crept into the shadows to where my mother once stood. The scream emitted from my vocal chords rang through the cold winter air once I saw what had happened to her...
There she laid, on the filthy ground. Dead. Gone. Deceased. I could feel the warm, salty water run down my face as I called out. My father ran towards me unexpectedly, a frightened expression shown. I cried out for him, but it became too late...

Two more gunshots...

Heavy footsteps following the awful noise.

The fear still plastered onto his face, he fell to his knees; red, hot liquids oozing from the side of his mouth. He gasped and sputtered, telling me to run for my small life.

To be brave.

To go look for help.

I was a statue. I couldn't move. The shock immobilized me as I watched my father fall over, his cloaked killer approaching me. The dark figure looked at me as if it was looking into my soul. My body was still in shock, trembling. After seeing what they did to my parents, I was terrified.

Only inches from me, the maniac stopped.
In fact, everything stopped. I heard a high-pitched whirring noise.
Quite peevish, really.

But my entire body seemed to relax somewhat, a sense of peace washing over. I wasn't so afraid anymore. Realizing the whole world was covered in an invisible ice, I started to ease my way around the killer.

As I was making my way around, I realized that the killer was a man. His coat's sleeves were rolled up his muscular arms and his sweat made the clothing stick to his body.

I took a step back and could see the world speeding back up slowly. Afraid that the madman would kill me, I ran out of the alleyway and into the street. The universe caught up to speed and I saw the car too late. I heard the horn honk upon feeling the impact and blacking out...