The light was dim, and I sit on the floor, thoughtful. The sink was only two feet in front of me, only two feet before me was the perfume I wanted so badly to drink. But I resisted. After all, someone could possibly need me, right? Wrong. I got up shaking, and grabbed the perfume. My phone began to ring, making me drop the perfume. The bottle crashed on the floor, causing pink liquid to roll all over the white, tile floor. "Ah!", I shouted, falling on the floor. "Opal? Are you alright?" My mother asked nervously, banging on the door. "I'm fine..what's wrong? Mom? Mom?" No answer. "MOM!?" I opened the door eagerly, than the worst of all possible things happened. A man, my father, had shot my mother. "D-dad?" I asked quietly. My voice was lost in my fear as I stepped back slowly. My father walked closer to me, holding his pistol in his hands. "Dad...I know you don't want to-" Just then, my father cupped his hand over my mouth. "Hahaha, you think you can get away." He held his gun to my head. I looked around for a way out. Then, my eyes stumbled upon my phone. That's it! My phone! But how would my father allow me to call 911? It was impossible! He could easily take the phone and crush it to bits! Their was no way out. I had to roll with this until I have a plan. My father pushed me further into the room. "I love you to much to kill you. It's me who I hate." He said, weakly. He held the gun to his head. "Dad! No!" And that's when I heard it. My dad had shot himself.
Everyone I have ever loved were dead, within ten minutes.

A/N: Thanks everyone for reading my book, and I hope you've enjoyed it so far!! I want to thank howto_ A thousand times for the beautiful cover! It truly is great, I owe her alot! 😘😘