I scream as the door is kicked down. "Mom! Dad!" My father picks me up and takes me to my room and into my closet, hiding me underneath a blanket. He tells me to stay quiet no matter what happens then he leaves. Before my father had picked me up, I had seen two figures dressed in all black, wearing black masks and in the light of the door, a figure. Now I can hear my mother scream, and shortly following, two gunshots and a thud. I cover my mouth with a bit of the blanket to stop me from screaming. I hear my dad shouting and then I hear a struggle. As the struggle ensues I hear a vase break and then footsteps pounding upstairs. Thats when I hear the third gunshot. Im too shocked to move, frozen in fear. I hear them come in my room, and now tears are falling down my face quietly, my eyes wide open in horror. I lay flat and still as I hear them turning over my bed and dresser. I hold my breath, certain they can hear the pounding of my beating heart. I hear footsteps towards the closet door...I can hear the handle move....Im ready for pain, to scream one last time, to face death in the face. Thats when I hear a shrill scream, my baby sister had come out of hiding. Shes calling out for our dead parents, our family, she doesnt call out for me, she hasnt seen me. I hear them walk away, and a single gunshot more. Im ready to die now, I wait for them to come back in my room, but they leave. Still frozen, I have no voice, I cant speak, I only lay there, listening to the men in black leave, the slamming of the front door and the squealing tires. And thats all I remember, my family is dead. And all I can do...is lay here and cry...