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(Note: I'm not sure what time span this is supposed to be in, considering there are objects intermingled and situations from various years of my life.)

From what I can remember, it started off with Leah getting these weird phone calls at like 3:30 in the morning and wouldn't tell me who it was or where she went.

After awhile, while our mom was at work, and I was still somehow at home, she'd bring them around. They were thugs of the worst kind. She started drinking again, and convinced me to drink too, even though I didn't want to be around those guys. Apparently I was being my usual drunk self and pissed one of those guys off.

Leah came and woke me up the next morning with a GUN, and she said "If you don't wake up, I'm going to fucking shoot you right now." She tapped me with the end of the gun to really rouse me. Then she said "I know you've been talking shit about me and my friends and you're going to tell mom what I did." I swore up and down that I wouldn't and was like "Are you seriously threatening to kill me??? What the hell? Why are you doing this?"

I'm not sure I remember her answer, but she walked out of the room.

Somehow it transitioned to Leah and I following my mom walking in our neighborhood or something. Leah was threatening me again telling me that she had 3 different kind of guns and that she wasn't going to hesitate to use them if I told mom what was going on. I started to freak out and then she pulled one out. Then she said, "I'll shoot mom right now if you don't stop."


I don't know what happened after that. Maybe it transitioned into a later time period. I'm not sure if Leah was present but I remember walking up to our driveway and supposedly Leah's car windows were all smashed in. And then oddly, Donn's old Porsche also had the windows smashed in. My mom's was the worst. Not only were her windows shattered, but it looked like someone took a hammer and bullets to her car and just had their way with it. My mom practically collapsed in tears and I tried to get her to walk to the house so we could call the cops. We saw the cats outside the door, and my mom said "Thank god! The cats are still here, they didn't get hurt." I secretly thanked god too, cause I don't know what I would have done if any of them got killed.

As I walked through the door, I noticed my car (which happened to be my old Toyota Corolla) was left completely untouched. It was also parked on the other side of the block, for some reason, but close enough that someone could tell it belonged to the house. I was perplexed by this but also slightly relieved.