Victim,My side of the story.

The school year had finally ended.I was cleaning out my school bag when suddenly I had a stroke.A stroke of genius! I thought maybe Reid,Gemma and I could go on a road trip.I walked toward my window,and let the cold breeze touch my skin,and play with my auburn,wavy hair.I was drifted away from reality and into my sanctuary,my imagination.A loud crashing sound,followed by shouting and yelling snapped at me.My eyes -automatically- stared at the single storey sand-coloured house,and scanned through the premise.My eyes locked at the living room of the house.I saw Gemma,arguing and fighting with Jim,her stepfather.As I was examined the scene,my mom called me.I dashed downstairs,only to be greeted by the smell of cookies.While I was munching my cookie,a gun shot was heard.It pierced my ears,and caused the adrenaline to rush all over my body.Mom and I froze for a second.It was coming from Gemma's house.After conscience knocked me,we ran straight toward Gemma's.My trembling hand reached the door knob,and turned it with caution.The door welcomed us with a huge mess.My brain was about to register all of this,when a high-pitched shriek coming from mom's mouth,piercing repeatedly on my eardrum.Whilst she was shrieking,she pointed at a red stain.With fear pumping through my arteries,I collected all the courage I had left,with tears clouding my eyes,I walked slowly toward the red stain.Oh my goodness,is blood! Please don't let it be Gemma,I screamed inside my brain.1

My neighbour's lawn was filled with police,CSIs,and paramedics.I held mom tightly.She was shivering,not because of the cold,but fear.That terrible scene brought up some disturbing images of dad's murder,images that took years to lock it far inside a hidden corner of her brain."It's alright,Odette",mom whispered.Typical mom.One of many odd ways to calm herself.A blue Volkswagen beetle came in sight.A dashing blond,20's man stepped of the vehicle and strode toward us.He asked,"What's going on?",with his mellow voice.He had a worried expression,painted on his beautiful,flawless face."Is sh...".I cut though his question-because I knew what was the question-and replied,"She's fine,Gemma's fine."I wished my voice calm him down.A body was dragged out of the house.Mom looked away,and placed her gloved hand on her face,covering her unmake-up face.I stared at Jim's corpse,blankly,until the ambulance drove out of sight.2

Reid drove us to Mercy Hospital,5 miles from our house.Mom was not in state of driving,as she was still shook by fear.He parked his beetle,and we walked in a slow pace toward the main lobby.While we walked toward Room 314,the distance seemed so far,yet it was near.The silent made every second like hours.Reid turned the knob.How are you? Are you hurt? I blurted.Stupid questions.Of course she's hurt,of course she not alright,I scolded myself.Gemma noticed my expression,and quickly tried to soothen me.She replied my questions with a sad,melancholy tone.I tried not to burst out of tears.I had to be strong for her.Reid took his porcelain hand,and held tightly of Gemma's pale hand.I stared at Gemma's physical.A few bruises coloured her arms and face with blue and purple.A few scratches also drawn on her face.A knock on the pale lime-green door startled us.Dr Patterson,as he introduced himself, briefed us about the state of Gemma.He told us,"she had an emergency operation as she was bleeding internally.Her ribs were fractured,and an alien object pieced her liver.Everything went well,as you can see.She'll be alright.Within a few days,she can be discharge".Mom thanked the doctor as she escorted Dr Patterson out.Mom offered us some coffee,but we declined.I dragged two chairs,and Reid and I sat,next to Gemma's bed."I'm so glad that bastard's dead.Let him rot in hell",hissed Reid.I was thinking the same thing.He was no longer able to hurt Gemma,ever again.She whispered,"thank you,big bro",she looked deep into Reid's eyes,"and to you to,Odette",she looked at me.