The live of his life was killed by is family because they wanted to hurt the son they never love from the beginning. He was the one who was hurt, not me! I tried desperately to think of a way out of this hell, a solution. If I could just wake myself up, maybe I would have a chance of surviving. A chance at escape. But I was too far gone. And I didn't even have enough strength to open my eyes. Then I heard his voice, the voice of my father. They wanted him dead. Why? Why did they want him to die? He He was going to kill him, and then he was gonna kill me too. That is what they did to me.""No, you're not going anywhere. You are not leaving this room until you tell me what is happening. What is going on?" I asked. She didn't respond, just kept staring at me with her wide eyes and the look in them. Her face was covered in blood, her mouth was open in an unspeakable scream. Blood poured down her face, dripping onto her breasts, onto the sheet. She was still alive, still breathing. But her heart was dead. There was no way to save her. They had killed her because she was the only one left.