Revenge

It all happened so fast! I was barely 15 years old and , and my family was living in a dangerous place. Drug addicts at every corner, gangs walking around, police cars circling the neighborhood. We lived in Mexico City. We lived in a little baby-blue two-story house, with a wood porch in the front-with plastic chairs, and a kitchen table,for when dad and his friends played poker-, inside was the best. The floors were tiled, and we had stairs on the right side of the door to go upstairs, the kitchen was by the living room on the left-since we didn't hav a lot of money, we only had a smile tv, a big couch, and a little rug in the living room, and another wooden kitchen table, refrigarator, four plastic chairs, a sink by the fridge, a dish holder, with a few dishes in the kitchen. Upstairs was Adda and my room, and my parents room, with a hall way closet. Mine and Adda's room had a couch, with a bed that came out of it-we kept the bed out all the time-, a little tv like the one in the living room, a big and little drawer-the little was by my side of the bed-, and a big window that showed how the weather was going to be every morning if you looked out. My papa and mama's room was almost like my room, except they had a closet holding their clothes and other things-we used the big drawer to hold our clothes.I was the only lucky kid there! My papa and mama didn't do anything bad, they worked themselves so hard to get the money they needed. I knew I was the only kid like that in this neighborhood, because every kid that lived in this sad place, had parents that beat them, did drugs, or were involved in gangs. Sometimes, even those kids would have to get invloved in some kind of gang, just to feel like they had a real family, but they just ended up getting shot.
My mama, papa, my baby sister-adda-, and I were sitting out on the porch, just to get some fresh air-or at least air. I loved being with my family. I loved to show them off to the world, if I could. I was lucky to have a family like this. My mama was so beautiful! She had long, black hair, pulled back with a yellow headband. When she turned around to go back inside to get lemonade, you could see her long hair flow down her back like a waterfall. My mama had a slim body figure, because she She was wearing a long yellow sun dress that was so light against her dark, tan skin. And she was wearing yellow sandals, a charm braclet-she had since she was a child-and a necklace-also like her braclet. My Papa was handsome too. He had buzz-cut hair, and was wearing a white muscle shirt, tan khakis, blue sandals, and had brown skin. He made me and my sister laugh when he made he round belly into a puppet. My sister was beautiful too-mostly because she had everything of my mom's, even her skin tone! She was still five years old, so her hair was short, but I knew it would be like mama's-when she got older. She was wearing the same thing my mama was wearing-except they were her size, they were pink, and she didn't have the jewelry. I didn't really like to wear girly things, so I wore a gray muscle shirt, blue khaki jeans, and old running shoes. I also had my mothers hair-it was almost the same length of her hair-but, I always wanted it braided or in a ponytail, rather than having it down. I had my father's skin tone-it was like fifty-fifty with my parents genes in me. I wanted to look beautiful like my mama, but I wanted to be tough like my papa.
We were just laughing at the jokes my father told, drinking water or lemonade. Then, my dad said something that lighted up my face, "We are going to see Abuelo and Abuela in Monterey, in three days!" He said, copying the huge and opened smile I had on my face.
I sprang up from the porch floor, towards my father to give him a huge hug and kiss, "Gracias, papa!" I yelled happily!
"No problem!" He said, kissing me on the forehead.
I was so happy, I picked Adda up and started to dance with her. "Guess what, Adda? We're going to Abuelo and Abuela's casa!" I told her.
She laughed as we danced, and so did my mama and papa.
When it was already night, I took Adda into the house to lie her down.
"Me and your papa will be in there in a little while, mija." My mother told me.
"Okay!" I said. I was so tired from the boiling sun on me all day, the excitement I had, and dancing with my sister, as well.
I went upstairs, to my and Adda's room.
I went upstairs, and gentlely put my sister on our bed, I kissed her on her forehead, covered her with our quilt. "Me and you are going to have so much fun, when we go to Abuelo and Abuela's." I whispered.
I went to the bathroom to brushed my teeth, when I suddenly heard gun shots and screaming!
I grabbed my little sister-trying hard not to wake her-and went under the bed. The gun shots must have woken her, because she was crying. "It's alright, amo. I'm here!" I told her, grabbing her hand and calming her down. We were both lying on the floor, under our bed until the gun shots and screaming stopped. We knew the gun shots stopped, but the screaming never stopped!
"Adda, I'm going go check what's going on. I'll be right back, stay here!" I told her-hopefully, she understand.
I slid out from beneath the bed and tip-toed out of the room door. I kept tip-toeing till I got to the stairs. When I did, I saw the most horrible thing a child could see! There they were, my mama and papa in the door way, lying in a pool of blood! "Mama, papa!!!" I screamed with shockment. I raced down the stairs, going to my fathers side, "Papa, papa!' I cried his name, the tears were rolling down my face so fast!
He turned he's face to mine, "mijita, don't...cry. I...want you...to be strong, amo!" He told me, struggling for the words to come out.
"Papa, don't leave me! Please!" I cried.
"Mijita, I need you to be strong. I...love you. Tell...Adda...I love...her, too!" He said, still struggling. With that last word, he finally and forever, closed his eyes!
"Papa, Papa!!!" I yelled, "Mama, get up. I need you! Please! Mama, Papa!!" I stayed by their sides, forgetting I left my sister under the bed. It was best for her not to see this.
I heard cop cars coming. But I knew it was too late, nobody could change the fact that my parents were now dead.
"Are you alright, nina?" A deep voice asked me. I looked up from the dead bodies, to see a dark police office in the door way.
"No! I lost my parents. Why didn't you stop those people! Who killed my parents!!" I asked him all these questions, but I knew he couldn't answer them.
"I'm sorry. Is anyone else hurt?" He asked me.
I shaked my head.
"Come on." He said-stepping over the bodies like they didn't matter- and scooping me up.
I didn't fight, I couldn't move. I needed some way to get up. When he picked me up, I noticed my clothes, arms, hand, and legs were covered by the blood of my parents. I knew I had to wash it off, but, for some reason, I didn't want to!