I watched as my parents took off on the trapeze. Just watching them made me the happiest boy in the world. I loved them more then life it's self! They're my parents after all! I just watched. I couldn't have possibly known it was gonna happen. 

Then, it happened right before my innocent 8 year old eyes. They fell, with no nets to catch them. I called out their names, no answer. I screamed at the top of my lungs. "No!"   I started to cry. Not caring who say it, they were dead. Weather I was 8 or 98, there was nothing I could do. They were gone. All I could hear was myself crying. I knew there where other people gasping or reacting in any other way. But it was like they weren't there. All I knew is they were gone. Just gone. Someone has taken them away from me, I wanted to find out who. But,  vengeance didn't start that moment. 

Because I was only 8 though. Once I was down, I looked at their bodies laying on the ground. Their blood spilling on the floor. People pushed me aside, paying no attention to the young boy crying. They couldn't connect the dots because I learned that people are stupid. People are idiots that don't care  about anybody but themselves