[ WP ] You wake up as the five year old child you once were , but with a lifetime of experience and a determination to make things right .

Six months, five days, and thirteen hours. I had exactly that long to prepare myself for when he arrived through the cracked window of the washroom. 
 
 I knew Dad kept a revolver in the basement lockbox. I knew that the combination was my mother's birthday. My tiny hands would probably break from the recoil of that.38, but I only needed to take one shot. 
 This time around there would be no abusive foster parents for my sister and I. My sister wo n't end some coked up addict. Heck, I might not end up in juvy or working at that God forsaken gas station. 
 
 
 Every killer has a first mark. The beginning of their story. His would stop the moment it began. 
 
 All I had to do was wait. 
 
 Six months, five days, and thirteen hours.
