Timothy's Sister Follows His Footsteps

Leaving Home

My name is Kate Wright... I'm ten... My fifteen year old brother Timothy and his best friend Brian said they were goin' for a walk down the street and Tim said he would bring me back an ice cream... He never came back... Now, I'm fourteen, Tim and Brian should be nineteen now... Mom and dad became kinda... Abusive... They blame me for Timothy's... Well... Most say murder... But they never found any proof...

KATE'S POV

I slowly wake up...
Me: (Walks down stairs)
Mom is cookin' and dad is on da sofa wid a bottle of whiskey...
Me: (Slowly tries to sneak past dad) (Gets to da door)
Dad turns 'round.
Dad: Where the fuck do you think your going?!
Mom comes in to da livin' room...
Mom: You aren't allowed to leave the house!
Me: ...
Dad: Go to your room!
Me: But-
Mom goes back to da kitchen...
Dad: (Narrows eyes)
Me: (Sighs) (Slowly walks back up da stairs to my room) (Locks door) (Grabs a brown leather backbag) (Throws in an apple and a water bottle from next to my bed) (Throws in my wallet) (Stuffs my green blanket in my backbag) (Shoves it in my back) (Looks at photo) (Sniffles)
It's a picture of me, Brian and Tim... It was taken when I was ten, they were fifteen, I'm in the middle and they both have an arm 'round me...
Me: (Carefully puts photo in the backbag)
I hear footsteps...
Dad: Kate!
Walks towards da window...
Me: (Sighs) (Whimpers) It's now or never, Kate... (Jumps out)
I hear the door open...
Dad: (Slightly confused) Kate? (Grunts) KATE!!! COME OUT FROM HIDING!!!!!
I land on the tree...
Me: (Whispers to self) Not this time, asshole...
My right foot slips...
Me: (Gasps)
I fall at least 12 feet...
Me: (Lands on my back) (Groans)
Dad peeks his head put the window...
Dad: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!?!
Me: (Eyes widen) (Slowly stands up) (Run-limps to the garage)
My eyes quickly scan the place...
I grab a rope, lighter and crowbar...
Me: (Takes off backbag) (Stuffs lighter and rope inside)
Dad runs in...
Dad: KATE!!!!!
"...He's mad..."
Dad pulls my hair back...
Me: (Screams) (Grips his hands)
Dad: ARE YOU TRYING TO RUN?!?!?! FROM ME?!?!?!
Me: NO!!! I-I SWEAR!!!!! I WAS JU-JUS- I WANT TIMMY!!!!!!!!!!!! (Breaks down in sobs)
Mom comes running in...
Mom: Wha- (Gasps)
Me: (Breaks down) TIMMY!!!!! TIMMY HELP ME!!! PLEEAAASE!!!!!!!!!!! TIMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dad slaps my cheek...
Mom: ITS YOUR FAULT YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dad: AND WE DONT TALK ABOUT TIMOTHY HERE ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Slaps me again)
Me: (Sobs) (Slowly reaches for crowbar)
Dad: WHAT ARE-
Me: (Grabs crowbar) (Head butts him in the chin)
Dad lets go...
Mom: (Gasps)
Me: (Turns round) (Swings crowbar at dad's face)
Dad holds his now stinging jaw...
"IM GONNA DO WHAT I SHOULDA DONE A LONG TIME AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
'Kate, do it...'
"What? Who are you?!"
'I'm inside your head, I have been watching over you... But don't focus on me right now... Kate! Look!'
"Huh?"
Dad: (Punches my shoulder)
Me: (Groans) (Swings at his forehead)
Dad: (Screams)
Mom: (Screams) KATE, STOP!!!!!!!!!
Me: ... (Kicks dad's ankle) (Keeps bashing his head in)
Mom: NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! (Grabs phone)
'Don't let her call the cops!'
Me: (Charges) (Bashes mom's neck)
Mom: (Drops phone) (Screams)
Me: Shut up, mother... (Brings crowbar down on her neck)
Mom: (Screams) (Gurgles on her own blood)
Me: (Grabs backbag and puts on) (Stomps out)
I run out in to the woods...
Me: (Pants) (Stops running) (Bends over with my hands on my knees)
'Kate, now that's over with...'
I jump slightly, not expecting the voice to come back...
"What?"
'Well, first, my name is Horishima, and I am not just a voice!'
"Then what are you?"
'I am not a voice, that's for sure, I'm a person.'
"Okay..."
'I recommend you run further.'
"But I have seriously been running for hours!"
'Very well then, see that big tree to your right?'
I look to my right...
'Go set up a little camp.'
Me: Okay.
"I didn't mean to say that out loud..."
'It's fine, now go...'
I nod to myself...
Me: (Walks over to the bottom of the tree)
I put down my backbag and take out the sheet...
Me: (Sighs) (Hangs blanket over a low branch and uses rocks to put on the sides to keep it in place)
'Good, gather a few logs.'
"Mmhmm..."
After gathering a few logs I put them in a pile in front of the small tent...
Me: (Sighs)
I take out the photo...
Me: (Looks at photo) (Cradles it slowly) (Sheds a few tears) (Sniffles) ...Timmy... Why did you have to leave me?... (Voice breaks at the end)
'You should light your fire, it's getting dark...'
I look up...
"Okay...
I safely tuck my photo in the tent and grab the lighter...
Me: (Slowly lights fire) (Burns self) (Squeaks) (Sniffles)
'(Sighs)'
Me: (Glares at nothing) (Carresses finger) (Puts lighter back)
'Sleep...'
Me: (Slowly nods while caressing finger) (Slowly goes inside tent)
I slowly slide my eyes shut...

(Dream)

I sit on the lawn after dad's beating...
Me: (Sobs)
Unknown voice: KAT!!!!!!!!!!
I shoot my head up and fall backwards...
I see Tim running towards me...
Me: TIMMY!!!!!!!!!!
I stand up...
Tim hugs me and lifts me up...
Tim: How's it been, knuckle head?!
Me: (Remembers the beatings) (Whimpers) (Hugs Tim) ...Timmy...
Tim: Kat?
...
Tim's voice echoes around me...
Tim: ...Kat?

(End of dream)