It all started on one fateful night when I was 8. My mother brother and I had came down from a mountain where my grandpa lived at. My mom was leading us down the mountain during the storm. And then all of a sudden a mountain lion attacked us. Mom had stepped in front of us to protect us. Then it attacked mom. And we were helpless. We couldn't do anything because we were just 8. Then we fell in a near by river. But thank god for mom putting us in swimming class for if anything were to happen just like this. The river didn't have any waterfalls thank god but was peaceful. It floated us down to the base of the mountain where we lived. Our dad was home at the time. So we rushed home to tell dad what happened.

Then dad's face turned as pale as a ghost. He knew that something bad was going to happen. Our town is pretty small so we made a search party of about 20 people.

We spent the night outside searching for mom to no avail. This went on for about a week. Until someone finally found her. We knew she couldn't have lasted that long after that mountain lion attacked her. Even for our young minds.

It turns out that she was bitten and mauled at her heart and area. We were crushed. We didn't know what to do. Dad lost his temper and lashed out at everyone. Swinging a walking stick he picked up at people. People had to knock him out and he was put in jail.

Our grandpa bailed him out though and we held a funeral immediately after. It was a normal funeral until my brother convinced me to go unto the mountains to track the mountain lion down. Being the naive 8year old I was I followed him.

We climbed until I got scared and turned back because of a noise I heard. That was the last time I saw my brother. I tried to convince him to comeback with me but he wouldn't rest until he avenged mom.

I went back to the cemetery. Dad grandpa and everyone else there was silent. Moms headstone had sun flowers on them, her favorite, and read "Ana, mother of Lucas and Jeff. Wife of Flint. Daughter of Alec.

Grandpa asked where Jeff had went and I told him. He yelled at me and called me cruel things. Then my dad got his gun and went looking for Jeff. He came back home that night with blood (not his) and Jeff's right shoe. I knew what happened and ran upstairs and cried my eyes out. I didn't know what killing myself brought but I was contemplating it.

That night I had a very vivid dream. I woke up in a sunflower field and my mom far away in the distance. She was saying "come here" in her soft voice. I didn't run but walked because I felt if I ran I would ruin moms favorite flowers. So I walked. I must have walked for miles until I got close to her. The only thing was that she was on another peace of land. So I attempted to jump to her. I missed the edge and plummeted. Then after I hit the ground I woke up.

I woke up next morning and last night was the last night I've seen him. So I was orphaned by the loving town. And moved in with one person. An old man and his 20 year old son.

So that's my story. What's yours?
adav218 adav218
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Jul 24, 2014