Lightning, and Thunder.

He was about my age, with a blade that seemed to cut through solid graphite. I couldn't tell what He was wearing, only that I had just come downstairs, and it was very damp and cold.
His white eyes bore straight through to me. A Fascination.

The glow of night kept his identity hiden, as he ended the life of my dearest parents and sister. He then gave me the blade, encrusted now with the blood of my only family. I felt the oak handle, cold with confusion and anger, like it had been a dark part of me all along. When He found that I was terrified, he smiled a ferocious, lying, stomach lurching grin that scarred my life forever.

Just then the police came barging in to my house, tearing through my belongings with utter disregard. As I looked back He was gone.....and He left me with this blood encrusted blade, a sight to see for the police.

Jail sucks. After the incident I was sent to a Juvenile Detentiion Center of sorts. I was immediately put into a cell like no other. An unrecognized metal material covered the walls, and there was no bed. Luckily, there was a urinal.
I was panicked and losing my mind, being 8 years old. I did nothing to accept this punishment, and I was starving. I just knew that I had to take my pictures tomorrow. I went to bed on the icy cold floor of the strange cell.

Everything is going to be okay.