As soon as I walked into to our dump of a flat I would threw my bag down and run straight to my room making sure no one would catch me. As far as I was concerned my parents had forgotten I even exist. I would hear my mum and dad yelling at each other but one night it all stopped at the sound of a knock. I heard a strange voice echoing through the house. So, as I looked over the edge, I saw my parents laying in blood. The shots echoed as though they would never end getting louder and louder, spinning through my head constantly.