I wake to the sound of screams. they're coming from down the hall, which could only mean my brothers room. Before I start to panic, I get out of bed and wrap my robe from off the chair around me. reaching under my bed, I pull out the knife my mother gave me. She said it was for emergencies only. I shiver, and mentally scold myself. Get it together, it's only a knife and your brother needs you.
Holding the knife out in front of me, I slowly make my way towards my little sisters bed, making sure she's still asleep. Thank god she's a heavy sleeper. I kiss her forehead and fix her blanket, and proceed to my bedroom door across the room. Taking a deep breath, I open my door slowly, freezing when I hear the hinges creak. My heart pounding in my chest, I very cautiously peek around the door frame into the hallway. The door to my brothers room is open and he's laying on the floor, covered in blood.
Holding in a scream, I keep watching, waiting to see if whoever hurt him is still here in the house. I see a shadow move towards him, and from here I can just barely see his forehead covered in sweat. He doesn't have much time. "Lucy? what's going on?" My baby sister grabs my hand, startling me. I gently cover her mouth, bending down to her level.
"Shh, Elizabeth. we have to be very-" I see feet standing in front of me before I can finish my sentence. Glancing up from my spot, I see a man no older than 30, his hands wrapped around a bloody knife. The same knife that hurt my brother. Reacting faster than I ever thought possible, I get up and stab the man in the chest, blood oozing onto my hand. Gasping, I let go of the knife as the man collapses on the floor. Elizabeth screams.
