my ffet slowly slide down the aisle, my head turning this way to that way, i see a little girl, her head turns towards me but all i see is a bloody grin, as she dodges towards me i trip on a human limb, as the girl malls me n scratches at my eyes and this is all i remember before i died. this little girl was myself,the women she attached was a killer, she had killed my father, the women my dad love betrade him. and that day she shot me to her the tears rolling down my face was the blood of my father