People say, theres a moment in your life where you reach rock bottom, and thats when everything chances but for you? Youve never trusted that because in your point of you, you can always. Go. Lower. The thunder jolts you awake from another one of your nightmares. Its a process you are use to by now, ever since your mom died in that car crash, your mind is plagued by one thing or another. You sit up, swinging your legs out of bed and rubbing whats left of that bad dream from your eyes. Everything is quiet, or it should be but you hear noises coming from the living room of your house. Thats weird. Only you and your dad live here and its late so, there shouldnt be anyone else inside. Throwing a shirt on, you walk out of your room and walk slowly to the living room not really sure about what youd find. Your heart pounds in your chest, so much so you think whoever is out there will hear it. When you get the entrence of the room you see your dad on the ground not moving and blood all over the floor next to him. Standing in the room are 5 men all dressed in fancy suits with guns and knifes with them. Theyre looking down on your dad like he was trash theyhad to take care of. I feel nausios at the sight and I feel like my muscles are stone. I cant move. But then the men turn to me, and my first instinct is to run. So I bolt out of there faster then theyre reactions. I manage to get to the street and just run, barefoot in black shorts and a white t-shirt