The Figure I was alone. Their throats had been cut wide open sometime during the night. touch briefly and lightly two fingers on each of their bloody skulls. Seconds passed seconds that become all my life. And memories are like a knife cutting into me. don’t cry now instead eyes burn tears come. let what judge to be 10 minutes go by tormented while by fear they whoever did this would come back for figure walks in behind can feel his gaze fall onto me.I realize too late. He pulls trigger spray blood as round penetrates head. Spit comes from corners mouth roll head until there is only white. There nothing left just madness pain.