Am I dreaming?
I am extremely freaked out. I have no idea what to do I've locked myself in my room and I'm only leaving if it's through the window. I don't want to see them again. Never again.
Yesterday I saw my family all die.
It was a family day trip out we were going to some shopping centre that had just opened in time for the Christmas holidays.
I really didn't listen I just wanted to get there and see what sales were on I still had to buy presents for my family yet and it's was already the 20th.
As we arrived it was colder than I though so I went back to the car to get my jacket. That's when I heard it, the gunshots, the screaming.
People were running round frantically trying to escape where as I was running inside to see what was taking place.
Curiosity killed the cat they say.
My mother and father had been stood in line to see Santa with my two baby twin brothers.
They'd opened fire on the line to his grotto. They killed 13 adults and 8 children that day.
Including my family who were first in line since we got there early and was hit with the most amount of bullets.
I saw them. My mother laying there with two shots fired directly into her chest.My Father was still alive thrashing around on the ground, He'd been shot around his stomach and the blood was pouring out of him. I ran over to him.
Instantly regretting my decision
As I got close I noticed Alex in his pushchair. I guessed my dad crawled over to see if they were okay. They weren't. Alex's head was nearly all blown off.
My youngest twin brother Liam didn't actually get shot. He was trampled to death by the crowd. No one noticed a little two year old crawling around covered in his brother's blood.
I can't remember much about what happened after that, I went into full freak out mode and had a panic attack. I woke up an hour later in a police station. They informed me my father had also died from a bullet piercing his lung. The shooters had been dressed in normal Christmas clothes concealing their guns. They had managed to escape with the crowd as they all panicked and ran away.
They took me to a hotel for the night where I went to sleep.
Now is where the real story starts. I woke up this morning to the smell of bacon being fried.
As I sat up I realized I wasn't in the hotel any more. What the hell. I blurted out loudly. From down the hall to the living room I could hear the tv. It was on the same children's programme it always was for my brothers.
I was pretty scared, my first thought though was it was all a dream.
What a relief I thought as I laughed to myself and walked into the kitchen. There was my mother happily stood cooking breakfast for me and my father who as always was in a rush being late for work.
Hm wait that's strange I thought. He shouldn't be going to work today it's Thursday he has today off.. I thought we were going to the new mall opening.
'Mom, what day is it today?' I asked nervously, She turned around and smiled but something seemed off.. My father walked in picked up his bacon sandwich and smiled at me. The same creepy smile as my mother. Neither of them said anything for a while they just looked at me and smiled.
Eventually my mom spoke to me 'It's Friday today darling, oh remember to wrap the presents you got I don't want you rushing to wrap them on Christmas morning again' She grinned.
What present's I thought as I ran out of the kitchen straight to the bathroom to check the calender. This is where I started getting really worried.
The calendar said it was Friday today. There was a big red 'X' on Thursday marking that it had already passed.
But no it's impossible. I kept muttering to myself as I nervously paced back and forth in my room. I searched the news, The new mall had opened yesterday without a hitch.
The reviews said it was a great day, with the highlight being the very realistic Santa's grotto.
Nothing about the shooting at all.
At this point I locked the door to my room and started looking for the so-called presents that obviously couldn't be here.
I didn't get look in any shops before they were killed it's impossible for me to have bought anything.. Right?
Wrong. In my closet sat a red and brown knitted scarf for my mom. A new blue silk tie for my dad and two very big, teeth rotting lolly pops for my brothers.
At this point I was just confused I let out a scream of frustration knowing by now my mom would be taking my brother's to nursery and my father would have already left for work.
But they hadn't. My mother's stood outside my door now. She's just knocking.
She hasn't said anything. I think one of my brother's is knocking now too. I can hear the familiar knock of my mom and a little thudding like he's hitting it with his fist.
I think I remember something I'm not supposed to. I don't know what's going on. You probably think I should be grateful for my family being alive. But that's not them.
They're creepy. I am so scared.
What happened yesterday.
My father's started knocking now.
I am never leaving this room.
I don't care how long they stand there knocking for. I'm scared what they'll do to me if I come out.
