Justin Bieber's Assassination-Personal Narrative

Fear and desperation were the only feelings that came across everyone's mind when they were pointed by an "AK-47" assault rifle. Thoughts of my wife alone, my children crying and my parents suffering were some of the situations i pictures in my head. A bank was been robbed by ten armed men who wore a terrifying mask to protect their identity. I remember the thief laughing after they killed a woman and his daughter because they wanted to demonstrate the strength and power they had above us. After the assassination, they started asking the bank manager for huge amount of money. The manager decided to give them the money which was locked. One hour later, the thief left leaving two dead bodies and the bank without any money. We were all scared
but specially surprised because the police never came to help. None of us had a phone because everything had been stolen, so everyone just started walking to the nearest payphone or the police station to inform what had just happened five minutes ago. Nevertheless, i decided to go home walking without calling or asking for any help or assistance.

My socks were all dirty, as well as my new shirt.
I was already in front of my house and looked awful. I started cleaning myself because i didn't want my children to ask what had happened because i didn't want them to be scared or afraid of going out of the house. When i was approaching to my house, my neighbour, surprised, asked me what had happened. I, with respect and honesty, told her that i didn't want to talk about it. She did not bothered any more and continued doing her daily exercise routine in the
park.

I was about to enter to my house when a homeless approached to me, i think because i looked dirty and alone; he tried to convince me to buy him his new product which were obviously drugs, so i kindly said no to that offer and walked away. I finally entered to my little house with a lot of bad thoughts about the Peruvian people and my city, Lima. I was amazed of how many ilegal people were calmly doing their ilegal stuff without even bothering if there are any officers near. I hugged my children and wife so hard that they started to ask me what was happening. I told them that everything was fine and that nothing had happened. I asked my children to leave the room because i need to talk with Clara, my wife. When they left the room, i calmly started to tell her about the bank robbery and then i started crying because i remembered the woman and her child screaming before they fell dead into the floor. I also told her about the homeless and she was very surprised as well. After an hour of hugging and kissing, when i was a little more calm, i stood up and went to take a shower. I relaxes there for about forty minutes until Clara told me to get out and put some cloth on quickly because she had decided to go to a very famous restaurant with our children. She had already made the reservation so there was nothing i could do to stop us of going to that restaurant. Although i was tired, i dresses up very fast and grabbed the keys of our big truck; she was waiting with the kids outside the house.

While driving to the restaurant, we faced a los of traffic along the way.
On one moment we were singing "Baby" from Justin Bieber to relax and try to enjoy the ride towards the restaurant. Two minutes later we were driving to the hospital because my two children were harmed by a a "Combi" which didn't respect the traffic lights and passed through even though everyone had stopped. I could't believe it, everything was happening within hours. I started thinking my children were going to die and my wife and me were scared by the idea of loosing our children and living alone. It was 10 o'clock when the doctor in charge of operating our sons got out of the surgery room and told us that they were in a very difficult situation and that they probably would die, but he also told us that the oldest one had more chances of getting out of this one. In that moment, my heart froze, i couldn't say anything or cry although i wanted to. I really wanted to scream and cry but i couldn't, it was horrible. My head started to mix up a lot of different emotions and feeling i have never had before. My wife was destroyed, she could not hold up her tears anymore and broke into a deep cry. She also went to the little chapel that was inside "San Marcos" hospital. It was 2 o' clock in the morning when the youngest one died. The doctor sadly sent his assistant to give us the sad news. I could't handle my emotions and went crazy all over the hospital. My wife was still in the chapel and i didn't want her
to know it in that moment. Until 9 o' clock in the morning i didn't knew anything about her until the doctor told me that Lucas, the oldest one, had survived.

Two weeks later, Lucas got out of the hospital; later that day, we gave him the news about his brother. He was extremely sad. It was late that night when my son and i saw TV and received the news in which a girl had died in a car robbery. It showed the pictures of a very pretty woman. It didn't took me long to recognise my wife as the dead girl. It was the saddest day of my life.

Finally, after a few days of sadness and depression in our house, my only son and i decided to make Lima a safe place to live. From that moment, Peru became the safer country in the world.