Death,Sadness,Misery

Ok seems like all the time in my life bad things happen a whole lot. So many things have happened and it all started when i was 5 or 6 years old. I remember when i lived in florida, my daddy had watched a movie a lot of times. I remember he had been watching it since saturday or friday. It was Sunday when he started to act really weird. Then he just randomly starts pushing things over and screaming over and over again. I remember hearing my moms voice screaming at him. oh yeah and while this was happening me and my sister were in the bathroom hiding because we were only little and didnt know what to think about what was going on.

Then me and my sister hear that it has gotten quite. So we get out of the bathroom and go to see why it has gotten so quite. but we didnt see anyone in the house. So we went to our moms bedroom to look to see if anyone was at our pond. Oh yeah and at the time we lived in a really big house with 40 acres and a pond. Anyway, so we went to go look out of the window and there was my mom and daddy walking hand in hand up to the house. But me and my sister were scared of daddy now and so this time we went into my room to go hide in the closet.

Next thing you know we hear screaming again. Then i hear our mom say 'no hes got a gun!' So then me and my sister got really scared! We didnt know what to think. Then we heard the gun go off with a very loud BANG! Then we heard our mom scream so loudly, it was louder than the time before. Then for sure she started to yell really loudly. I heard her get the phone then about 2 minutes later, we hear all of these sirens heading up to our house and a helicopter and everything.

My mom ran us out of the house as fast as she could. Then she gave us to a policemen and he put us into his car and turned the car around so we were facing away from the house. I had peeked back to see what was going on and for sure enough i saw my daddy getting taken out of our house in a stretcher with blood trailing along. As the helicopter left our house with my dad in it and my mom went in her van to go to the hospital. All of our relatives were over here in an instant it seemed like.

our mom returned the next afternoon and took us into our room and told us were daddy was, i remember her exact words "girls your daddy is not coming home. hes.....gone....". When i heard this i went into complete shock although i didnt know how he died, but i didnt feel like asking. A few days later my mom sold all of my daddy's guns. When i went over to the spot in my house were our gun safe was before but not anymore i could see a big red spot. I knew it was my dads blood but i still didnt know how he had died. So a few days later i asked my mom and she sat both me and my sister down and said 'Your father shot himself'..............