They're gone, they're gone, they're gone...

These words keep repeating themselves in my head....

They're gone, they're gone, they're gone...

Hours before, we were so happy as a family..... but now....

They're gone, they're gone, they're gone...

What am I to do now? I hug my knees, trying not to let the tears fall again, but of course, they do. They always do. Stupid, stupid, stupid..... Stupid me..... Everything's so stupid, just so stupid....

This word, too, is stuck in my head.

I feel someone's warm hands upon my shoulders, and I slowly brush away the tears and look up. It's my friend, Joan... Is she a friend? I don't know... My mind is jumbled....

Screaming, running, just running away... But they still come. The two of them, the killers, they come for my family... Dad, Mum, brother, sister.... They're gone, they're gone, they're gone...

I vaguely remember seeing Dad's-... no, wait... I shuddered as the sharp, piercing image of Dad's dead body lying on the ground, lifeless and cold... "It's still there, isn't it?" I ask Joan in a faltering voice.

She stared at me for a while, then nodded sympathetically. I don't need sympathy...

They're gone, they're gone, they're gone... And it's all because I failed to stop them...

Did I really hold up the knife? Did I really bring it down? On an unarmed man? Was he unarmed? I can't remember...

Yes, he was unarmed... Dad threw a punch at the other guy, and he fell, shooting Dad in the process.... And the gun dropped...... Wasn't it then that I lifted the knife in my hand and brought it down? I cut it viciously into his neck, didn't I?

I murdered him, didn't I? And the young boy, barely a man, got away........

They're gone, they're gone, they're gone...

I'm being held by the arms by two well-dressed men... Dressed in uniforms, actually... At least, that's what I think... In a... court.... the Judge isn't around.

I look around, my eyes never staying on a place for more than three seconds, until I see.... him... The one who killed Sister and Brother. My beloved siblings, my caring siblings, my sweet siblings, who was never to come back again... because of him.

He, too, is staring at me. But his eyes, I realise, is different from that of his father's. His is actually... filled with regret. Filled with fright, and something else... The hope of being... forgiven. They were holding so much emotion, I actually wanted to forgive him... But I can't. Because of what he... did.... to Sis...

He seems to have noticed the change in my eyes, from cold and lifeless, to soft eyes, then suddenly hard and hating... He starts to tremble...

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I was foolish, stupid, ignorant...... I shouldn't have even touched her... I don't expect you to... to... to forgive me, but I..... I just want to- to say sorry, and I want you to know that I...I..." he stops, tears streaming down.

I start to move forward, but the guards stop me. "I won't hurt him..." I whisper, and, reluctantly, they let me go to him.

As I stand in front of him, I expect that he knows what he did was irreversible. I think he does. And I do what I know I wouldn't have done years ago. I forgave him. For I know that he will repent. He will not repeat what his father had goaded him into doing.

That day, my soul seemed to be ridden of a heavy weight. Hatred left my soul.

And the young boy, I think he was, perhaps, 22 years old then, was left speechless. I was convicted for manslaughter, so I wasn't executed. The young boy was almost sent to the gallows but I saved him by speaking up for him.

The whole time he was gaping at me. I think it was a blessing that God helped me to forgive him. It was the greatest gift I've given anyone, and it was the greatest blessing I received for giving that gift. And I know, that boy will never go down the wrong path again. And neither will I.

A/N: Please review this one! I did it after I read a book. I felt that part of the story needed a different ending, so I edited the story and changed the whole ending.