User blog comment:Lightning2315/Bad bad bad bad bad day...- -!/@comment-1637158-20101016040815/@comment-2183381-20101016044034

No! You don't understand what he did!.....I was only 6 when it happened here in Virginia...I was playing at my friend's house. Her father was a bitter drunk bastard...he always hit her mom...Until he went off the line. He came home so drunk, that he killed his own family....I was sleeping over that house, but I was scared to death. My friend sacraficed her life for mine, so she told me to hide in the small room under the bed, I never saw her again. All I heard were those terrible screams, from my friend, her brother, and her mother. I didn't see anything, cause I was too afraid to watch. the Man left the house with all his stuff, and left Virginia...before he left, he gave me a smack on the head once he found me, and left me tied in a closet, so I won't be found....*growls in anger* you all just don't get it! Having your friend killed?!?!?! *voice breaking* it's just too much...I never even told anyone...