Broken Toys

Can a childhood occurrence ruin a person's life forever? What can a simple event do to a damage a child's view on life and people? Eight year-old Elizabeth has a normal childhood until those seven days of March 1994 damage her life forever.

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2. Broken Hearts

I stare at the table, the tiny grains and dips in the wooden surface. I hope I have heard wrong. I vowed myself I would never tell anyone, the memories of that week were too painful to open up again.

I raise my head, the tears that had welled up at the thoughts spill over and run down my face. The look on Danniella's face clearly said that she wished she had not said it aloud.

I swallow and say: "March 1994. You want to hear the whole story?"

"Yes I do. Please, memories like these are too hard to hold by yourself. You need to tell someone, I'll be listening the whole way through." She sounded like she really meant it, so I nodded sadly and began.

 

 

Monday 13th March 1994

I was supposed to be asleep but my eight year-old self did not want to sleep. Tomorrow morning, I will head to school dressed as a film character. It was movie day at my primary school and all day we would be studying films and watching a couple too. It was seen to be the best day of the school year.

I heard footsteps. I thought it was my parents but they shouldn't be awake at this time (as my clock claims that it is 1am). My curious mind wanted to investigate.

I peeped around the door to see three men, strangers, heading to my mummy's room. I said nothing although I was very curious as to what they were doing here. Were they daddy's work friends? Were they from mummy's new workplace? I didn't know but I wanted to see more.

My curiosity got the better of me and I escaped my room. It was dark, but the window at the end of the hall was letting moonlight through. I thought the light was very pretty. The light was so lovely that I almost forgot why I came out.

Mummy's room was not as dark as she had her pretty bedside lamps on, I was intrigued as you touched the base to turn them on. The men had black guns aimed at my mummy. I screamed at my mummy to run, but two of the men whirled around and saw me in the doorway. I was scared of their faces and their wide snarls, like our next door neighbours' pet Rottweiler. The other man was surprised and a loud bang echoed around the room. My mummy fell to the floor with a big red hole in her chest.

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