A new life

I was going to eat at a local restaurant near my house, when a familiar face showed up for once after the incident. It was Jude. He gave me an interesting offer: he wanted me to join the Liberation Militia with him. I mean, what do I have to lose? I have lost family members and a chance of education because of THEM. Revenge keeps climbing up my to-do list.
After the discussion, he left and I went back home. I found a letter from someone. Sephy? She wanted me to go to her if we want to start a new life together. I would love to start again! Or to try at least. But the letter tells me to be there in 2 minutes? I rushed as fast as I did when the bombing happened to her house, but the limousine that she was in already started going the road. I couldn't keep up with it. Now I have lost everyone closer to me, except Jude and mom. All this hatred and anger in me, I want them to disappear. Now I have no other choice. I am joining Jude in the L.M.

Nightmare

That hope...
... Didn't last.
After a few days after the life imprisonment sentence, we found out that dad was electrocuted in the fence of the prison. Could this mean that he did the same thing as Lynette did?
Or just that the daggers just found an excuse to kill him?

A glimmer of hope

We were in the execution room, waiting for dad to be hanged. I could not believe we have lost so many people in such few time. Sephy was here as well, but I have tried to ignore her. I have too many things happening in my life to think about ours. They brought dad up to the platform ready to be hanged.
But right before they were ready to activate the trapdoor, our lawyer came in, making a deal to give dad life imprisonment instead.

Could this be a glimmer of hope?

The trial

So, here we are. The trial. The most tense day of my life. Better not say anything stupid, otherwise it will cost an important life for me. So it begins. We could not afford a great lawyer, but surprisingly, someone paid for us a great amount to get the best lawyer in the country, possibly even the world. When they told me to answer their questions, I never felt more tense. And I think I showed it too. The judge was not very satisfied with my answers. This could go very very wrong. Some time later, the verdict came, and when I heard it I needed a whole minute to process the answer.


Guilty.

Accusations

That night we were in bed when we heard the main door being slammed and policemen coming in and handcuffing each one of us. Mere seconds pass by as I am standing in an interrogation room about the bomb. I try to deny and it looks like it's working. But I was not the only one to be questioned. And Jude was not home either. He may have left before the policemen arrived. After some time, we are done with the questions, but dad needs to go to court to solve this dispute.
God please, not another one.

The bomb

I was talking to Sephy today, told me that she would go to the Dundale Shopping District this afternoon. So we can't meet tomorrow. So I just stood with my family. They have changed after the incident, but mostly Jude and dad. I saw them yesterday with something that looked like a blueprint. No idea what for. But then it hit me. When I wanted to go to the Mall, Jude warned me not to, so I knew it had something to do with it. And so I rushed to get Sephy out of here, and God bless I did. After that,a huge boom is all I could hear, and people screaming, I wanted answers, so after I talked to Sephy for a bit, I went back home only to see the news of the bomb of Dundale and dad watching. Mom talked to him for a bit, but long enough to realize that he was involved in this. This means that both Jude and dad were involved in this bombing.
Oh no.

The funeral

A week passes by and now we 're ready for Lynette's funeral. Actually, we're not ready.Every nought in this neighborhood came here. Everyone was chatting and talking about it, but one special figure showed up in the house. It was Sephy. Dressed in what appeared to be her best and richest clothing. She came to the funeral. Everyone was shocked and furious looking at her. Being dressed in your best dressand coming to a nought funeral is not the best idea, knowing that all we had were basic T-shirts, jeans and 1 or 2 pairs of shoes. So she leaves, and everyone is angry.
Except me. Because this may be a start to our recovery.