Justin Bieber's Assassination-Personal Narrative

Fear and desperation were the only feelings that came across everyone's mind when they were pointed by an "AK-47" assault rifle. Thoughts of my wife alone, my children crying and my parents suffering were some of the situations i pictures in my head. A bank was been robbed by ten armed men who wore a terrifying mask to protect their identity. I remember the thief laughing after they killed a woman and his daughter because they wanted to demonstrate the strength and power they had above us. After the assassination, they started asking the bank manager for huge amount of money. The manager decided to give them the money which was locked. One hour later, the thief left leaving two dead bodies and the bank without any money. We were all scared
I was already in front of my house and looked awful. I started cleaning myself because i didn't want my children to ask what had happened because i didn't want them to be scared or afraid of going out of the house. When i was approaching to my house, my neighbour, surprised, asked me what had happened. I, with respect and honesty, told her that i didn't want to talk about it. She did not bothered any more and continued doing her daily exercise routine in the
On one moment we were singing "Baby" from Justin Bieber to relax and try to enjoy the ride towards the restaurant. Two minutes later we were driving to the hospital because my two children were harmed by a a "Combi" which didn't respect the traffic lights and passed through even though everyone had stopped. I could't believe it, everything was happening within hours. I started thinking my children were going to die and my wife and me were scared by the idea of loosing our children and living alone. It was 10 o'clock when the doctor in charge of operating our sons got out of the surgery room and told us that they were in a very difficult situation and that they probably would die, but he also told us that the oldest one had more chances of getting out of this one. In that moment, my heart froze, i couldn't say anything or cry although i wanted to. I really wanted to scream and cry but i couldn't, it was horrible. My head started to mix up a lot of different emotions and feeling i have never had before. My wife was destroyed, she could not hold up her tears anymore and broke into a deep cry. She also went to the little chapel that was inside "San Marcos" hospital. It was 2 o' clock in the morning when the youngest one died. The doctor sadly sent his assistant to give us the sad news. I could't handle my emotions and went crazy all over the hospital. My wife was still in the chapel and i didn't want her