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At age fourteen I was found unconscious and bleeding on the streets of New York City. I don't remember much of that night, I remember waking up in the ambulance truck on the way to the hospital. There was a detective in the truck with me, when I opened my eyes he asked me my name, that was all he said. I woke again three days later in a hospital room, I was told I had suffered two gun shot wounds, one to the back and on in my side. A few hours later I was told my parents were found dead in a trash can just out side the hotel we were staying at.
See I didn't live in New York, me and my parents were there visiting my aunt and uncle for a few weeks,we were staying in the hotel Daren Lu Queen, when all this happened.
The same detective that was in the truck with me came in a few hours later to tell me how they found me. It was kinda scary. He asked if I new of anyone that could have wanted us dead but I couldn't think of anyone. Then he asked what had happened before I was shot. He asked when the last time last time I saw my mom and dad was, I couldn't remember any of that either. All in all I was no help and felt terrible.
I stayed in the hospital for a few more days, detective Ryan Jones made daily trips to see me, he'd ask me the same questions each day to see if I could remember anything. I gave him the same answer, I couldn't, I tried but I couldn't. He'd say it was ok and leave a few minutes later.
When I was released from the hospital I had to take a trip to the morgue to identify my parents. It was a terrible sight, there bodies were covered with third degree burns, there were places were you couldn't tell there was a bone. There were cuts and bullet holes all through there bodies. Mom had a bullet hole in her hip and one in her head, there were knife stabs in her ribs and arms. Her face was so messed up I could hardly tell it was her, it looked as if someone had cut away her flesh with a dull knife.
To be continued.....