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I lived in this little house in the middle of nowhere. I lived with all my siblings (which I don't in real life) my 3 brothers and my sister. I was coming home when I saw my sister fist fighting with someone on the roof. I pulled out a shotgun and killed the person. I heard her screaming at me. I ran up and saw it was my dad. He was dead. She was crying like WHY DID YOU DO THAT!? and i was like.. WELL! WHO FIST FIGHTS ON THE ROOF!? and I didn't really care that I killed my dad. At least I didn't show it to her. Then everyone in my family was really mad at me. They said I was insensitive. They'd give me dirty looks and my mom made me do the dishes and scrape the old food off with my fingernails and stuff. Then I fell into a corner crying WHY DO YOU ALL HATE ME!? I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL HIM!!!!! I grabbed my jacket and left. Again when I woke up I saw I had been crying in my sleep.