I can protect myself

the accident

Hi, im Laura Allan. Well now i am.... I used to be Sarah, and Hailey, and Julia. Right now me and my mom Jennifer, are driving to a new town, a new house, a new school, and a new job. This is the fourth time this year we have moved around. We dont do it for fun though, its how we keep ourselves safe.

About a year ago, my mom, dad, and me were in the car driving home from my birthday party. It was dark, and a winters night, and the roads were slippery. We were waiting for the lights to go green so we could continue on the journey home, when this car crashed into the drivers side of our car. When I opened my eyes, my ears were ringing and there was glass everywhere. Blood everywhere, a lot of blood. My mom and dad looked asleep and I didnt know what to do. I started calling there names and shaking them to try tom make them wake up. When mom woke up but dad didnt i started to get worried. We got out of the car, and mom went to the drivers side to see if she could get dad out. we heard the sirens coming, so we knew help was on the way. 

In the other car was a man, and presumably his little girl. The man was bruised up a bit, but the little girl was laying lifeless on the road with the man leaning over her screaming for her to wake up.  When she didnt, and he got angry. Really angry.

A month passed and dad was home from the hospital and I thought things were getting better. Until the night the man broke in. The man from the accident. Me and mom called the police while dad went downstairs to check to see who was there. We heard yelling and glass breaking. I heard my father call from downstairs to run, and BANG. The shot rang through the house. my breath hitched in my throat waiting for what comes next. Someone was coming up the stairs, and it wasn't my dad. It was the man. He started advancing to the room me and my mother waited silently in. His eyes locked to mine, and my adrenaline kicked in. I ran towards the bedroom door and slammed it shut locking it behind me. My parents room had a balcony, so we used that as an exit to escape from our own home.

We ran and ran until we were at our neighbours house, banging on the door and ringing the doorbell hoping the would get to us before he would. A groggy Michael opened up his door and we pushed passed him and shut the door behind us. He was very confused but by the look on our faces he knew something was wrong. We quickly rushed trough what happened and we once again called the police. But he man had got away. The man, who killed my father, was never caught and we were brought into the witness protection program.