My dEaTh PrOoF

Hi guys and girls my name is Victory, I have 15 years old and live on fifth Avenue al Central Park in New York.

I study kingsborough Community College in Brooklyn, Russians, Italians and Jews make up the majority of my group of friends.

I come from a jewish family, my mother was from Italy and worked in a very prestigious law firm in New York. My father was an excellent doctor who worked at the hospital Berg Israel Medical Center.

They met at the cafe Lalo, spring 1996. She had been with a client and my father was there with some coworkers. She was talking to her client, in a table when my father accidentally threw the coffee to my mother to go near hear table.

 At first she was very angry but then my father was invited to dinner at the restaurant Alain Cucasse.

They were about nine o´clock at night, it was a very quiet evening, without any incidents.

After a few months later they were to celebrate their first anniversary as a couple at the Ritz Carlton that´s where I was asked to speak in some way.

During my fisteen years of my life. I have been the most wonderful years of my life Abel them both my father and my mother Elisabeth were fabulus. Until  psychic fool with them across the night celebrating his 14th wedding anniversary.

Everything went very quickly, as I said my grandmother. They came from his favorite  restaurant when a madman attacked in the street shot them each in the head with no muffers, leaving me orphaned of father and mother.

Today was my first day of school after a month of obsence. It was horrible, my friends most are not the same, I feel that they look at me with pity but they care commitment that my life sucks.

I want to die step to be in this society full of extravagance and coarseness. I recently made some cards for both my beloved grandmother to my friends. I am now finally the time came, I speak from inside the tub full of water.

I´ve also taken a drug good car hopefully soon lead me along with my parents. Yes call me a coward, I admit but I hate not bear to live life without them.

(Voice-over) This shocking events was followed by several hours of agony and uncertainty by her grandmother and toilets without any achievement that tried to recive her.

(Mind of Victory) I don´t know where I am, I hear voices in the background, I don´t know where they came from or who they are . I can only see two angels in front of my one white and one black. Ones gives me life and the other gives me my coveted trophy.

That you would do with this decision?