My name is Caroline Ruiz . My life has been nothing but pain and hate. I live through all this cràp. I watched my dad kill my mom. He didn't kill her quickly. He killed her slowly and painfully. Where was I in all this ? Well I was ten, It was my last year in elementary school. My Little sister Janet, was in kindergarten that year. But that year was sure unforgettable.
We came home that day walking because my mom never showed up to pick us up from school. However when we arrive to our front yard, we were greeted by five police cars ,an ambulance, reporters from fox, NBC, Univision, Telemundo and Galavision. "Caroline, who are all these people?" I remember my sweet sister asked that day. My first instinct was to run inside and look for my mom. But before I can do anything . The ambulance brought out a stretcher that was cover with a white sheet and had a shape of a human body. Before I could say anything to Janet, she bolted to the stretcher asking them if it was her mommy and screaming for them to answer her questions. I was frozen in place because that day i died as well......
6 years later........ Tuesday September 6, 2011 That day still haunts me. The police never found my father. My sister never recovered from it either. The blankness of her face is a constant reminder of what happened. She since then lost her smile, the will to live , and her personality. I changed as well going from that sweet,kind an caring blonde girlie girl to a nasty, bitter , multi color hair punk rocker. I became an outsider. A freak. A weirdo. A loser who listens to loud music. A badly dress kid as most parents from my school would "kindly" put it. But im not any of those I'm just misunderstood.