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My Worst Nightmare.

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Introduction

My Worst Nightmare My Ma's bloodcurdling squeal sent me bolt upright in my bed. A terrible commotion was happening across the corridor. My Ma's squeals were being silenced by the intruders , loud thuds were happening regularly yet no resistance could be heard. I slipped silently out of bed and fetched my slippers, by now I was hyperventilating, I felt like I was powerless, whatever I tried I would be simply brushed aside . The door creaked open slowly. I stepped cautiously out into the hallway and stood just above the staircase. Our hallway which is normally elegantly decorated, seemed to be leading me ever closer to my worst fears. From this moment, my heart began to miss a series of beats. ...read more.

Middle

The torrential rain had meant that my visibility was getting increasingly bad. The roads ahead were very dark and as slippy as untread ice. The situation meant I was riding on autopilot and slowly slipping away into thought. I never regarded our family as particularly special. I never believed that anything interesting ever happened to our family. However the people who had kidnapped my father meant serious business and I was now beginning to fear for my fathers Life. After what seemed hours of uphill cycling I reached the giant wrought iron gates of J. M Brewerton & Son Ltd. The gate was now sitting slightly ajar so I slipped through it carefully and walked in. A single Light was on in the entire factory. ...read more.

Conclusion

The two men walked away , my father nervously followed them to the door . Without warning one of the man give my father a unwanted look and pulled a pistol to my unaware father's head and pulled the trigger before he could even realize what happened. Every single limb in my entire body froze at the sight of my fathers limp body, which was now sprawled all over the concrete floor. These few moments had now become any child's worst nightmare, witnessing his own fathers murder. I sat froze, my heart was still pounding and my body remained numb, The door swung open with some force, I glanced up and met the glance of the men. I looked deep into his thoughts, you could tell that he had no time for me. I put my head into my hands and closed my eyes, I just wanted this nightmare over as soon as possible. ...read more.

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