My dad rushed my brother in to my room. My mom was fixing my hair when they told us to get on the other side of my bed. We did as told. I was against the wall because my parents didn't want me to die first. My dad was on the outside with my mom beside him and my brother beside her. Then my dad was slaughtered,and then my mom. My brother after. I instantly knew I was next so I pulled my arms​ to my head. Tears streamed down my face as I spoke. "Please don't kill me! I'll do whatever u want! Just don't kill me! Please!!!!" I pleaded. And then I heard "How old are you?" I looked up shoked. "5..." I let my voice trail off. "Come with me." He said it blandly. I just agreed.