What Horrors Wait For Me
Prologue
The night of my mothers death. Us 4 were walking to the car after an Indians game in late June. We cut through an alleyway. Some dark figure was just standing there. He approached us and said “Gimme your money.” He clearly had a gun on him. My mom slapped him with her purse, before any of us could react he pulled out his gun and shot her. I stood there dumbfounded with my dad and sister. A cop car pulled up, they must have heard the shot. They quickly arrested the man who shot my mom. My mom was dead before the ambulance could arrive. After the funeral my dad has been depressed, he has been that way for 2 years now.