-looks at the bodies of my parents dangling in midair- "Dear god...." -Sees a note and takes and opens it-
Krystin: Not true. You're not a little kid, you don't need to be looked out for. If you did, you wouldn't want to run away.
-Read the note colour draining from my face- "Gosh...." -Anger takes over as I run into my house an straight Into my room-