As I slid down the embankment. Was I safe? I thought. Breathing hard, I didn't know how far I had run or for how long. Once I saw it happen I just took off. Did they get a good look at me? I think they did. Did they get a good look that I didn't know. They didn't want any witnesses though or they wouldn't have shot at me. Just hearing those shots hit the door frame was enough motivation for me to run. And run I did.

My name is Robert Micheal Dunkirk. I am 9 years old. I live in Toledo, OH. With my parents, an older brother and sister and my twin sister. I was on my way home from a Mud Hens game. I had gotten on the wrong bus. It took me to the worst part of town. I should have stayed on the bus. But I got off. I was trying to read the bus schedule and try and see if I could get on the correct bus. To get my ass home. As it was, mom and Dad are going to kill me. I am never to go to a Mud Hens game alone. But it was fan day and getting autographs over whelmed my brain. I had gotten some good ones. I had them sign a baseball I caught last year.

I should take my medicine and call mom and dad. Reaching for my phone, it wasn't where I keep it. Patting down the other places, it wasn't there. I had lost it when I took off. I had had it when I got off the bus. So much has happened, I don't know when I lost it.

I panicked. I had just witnessed some guy get murdered by some street gang. I was shot at. I ran off. I lost my phone. I don't know where I was. I waited on the slope I was on. I listened. I heard no one either walk by or drive by. I only heard the birds. I slowly peaked my head up towards where I had came from. Nothing, I did hear sirens a while ago. I got up and tried to figure where I was. Nothing seemed familiar. I slowly walked towards the nearest main street.

Wilson St. I didn't even know a Wilson street. I looked around for a phone booth. Hah, no one uses a phone booth. Not even any stores where open. Yeah, it was Sunday, so no. I walked south. Trying to see if I could find a bus stop or something. The weird thing is I haven't seen many people.

As I walked farther. I seemed to be getting to a major cross street. “Oh, thank god a bus bench. I can take it to the main terminal and home from there.” As I got closer to the bench, I noticed someone also waiting for a bus. An old man, by the gray hair. Still no traffic on the side road.

I looked at the bus schedule, my watch. It seemed that the next bus was the bus to the main terminal. The old man was resting. He wore the same kind of hat I remember my grandfather wearing. Must have been the style old guys wore.

I sat on the opposite end of the bench from him. I watched and waited for the bus. Very little traffic. Looking at my watch, it was past the time the bus should have arrived.

“Damn, bus where is it?” I said.

I began to hear sirens, a couple police cars came hauling ass by me. Looking up I saw that the old man had walked off. I finally saw the bus coming. Maybe slowed down because of the cops. It pulled up to the curb. I scanned my pass and sat down. It took about 20 minutes to get to the terminal. I missed the bus the goes past my street. I had to wait for about half hour to get the last bus that night to home.

As I climbed on. The bus driver said. “your lucky kid. This is the last bus till 5:30 tomorrow morning.”

Looking at my watch. It was 7:00 on Sunday. I was already dead meat when I walk in the door. Mom and Dad will ground me for a month. But it was worth it mostly. Except for the ride home.

Half hour later I got off at the end of our street. Now 3 ½ blocks to home. As I got closer to the house I noticed a black SUV parked in front. Two guys walked up to the door. It looked like they were carrying something. I slowed down not wanting to get there when someone was visiting.

I saw Dad open the door. In his upset voice I hear. “About ti.....” A flash of light and dad dropped to the floor. They shot my dad. OH, God. The two guys walked in the house. I saw 2 more flashes in the living room window. One in Sam's window upstairs, then one in mine and one in Sarah and Jessica's room window. Shortly the guys left closing the door, and drove away.

I waited until I calmed down a bit. I knew what I was going to find. I began crying. I went in the house through the back door. Mom, Dad, anyone here? I called. Silence. I slowly went into the kitchen. My dinner was still on the counter. I didn't really want to I crept to the living room door. I peeked in. Dad was on the floor dragged away from the door . Mom was in her chair a bullet hole in her forehead. Blood all over. I slowly made my way upstairs. Making sure to not disturb anything or make any tracks. I found both Sam and Jessica in their rooms. Sam was shot in the forehead too. Jessica was shot in the back while she was on the computer.

My twin sister Sarah was in my room. Shot in the back of the head as she played on my Xbox. The bullet sprayed gray matter and blood all over my TV. My phone was behind her the GPS app opened to show home.

Son of a bitch, they found my phone and used it to find my home and kill my whole family. Did they think Sarah was me. Not knowing I was a twin. Only real difference between me and Sarah was I was a boy and she was a girl. We were had similar build, our hair about the same length. Both Dark brown hair and blue eyes. I stood there in shock. Not knowing what to do.

It was all my fault. If I hadn't gone to that damn game. This would have never happened. Cannot change it now. I should call the cops I know. Nothing can be done for my family. I cried. If those guys were found I would have to testify. My life would be over. Seems like they wanted no witnesses.

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