Eye for an Eye: Resolve
I woke up soaked in sweat even though the AC was cranked up and rain descended aloud. It was a stormy night like this that took my parents away from me: murderers robbed them of their lives and made me an orphan at the age of 6. Since then, sleep had always abandoned me on stormy nights. Sixteen years had passed since that day, and I still woke up trembling on days like that. The nightmares didn’t help either; I still remembered it like it was yesterday. It was a stormy night, and my dad was tucking me in when we heard my mother’s screams that were followed by gunshots. My father covered my mouth to stop me from making any noise. He looked at me with fear in his eyes—something I had never seen before. “Nat, you need to hide in the closet, behind all the clothes, and not make a noise until I come for you.” “No, daddy, I want to be with you,” I said, holding on to him tight. “You need to be brave for me,” he said, pushing me inside the closet and locking it. Daddy put the key in hi...