I Need Change

1- Sleepless Nights

BANG.

I shot up out of my bed almost instantly. Any amount of drowsiness was completely gone. I was wide awake, wide as day. I had no chance of falling asleep again. Nope. None.

Frightened but curious, I put on a sweatshirt and some long pj pants. I grab my pocket knife from in between my mattress and the floor, keeping it firmly in hand. I grab my crappy flip phone and turn on the screen to maximum brightness and faces it out in front of me. I opened my door with a loud creeeeeeeeek and stop dead silent.

Whoever is down there probably heard me. Crap...... I closed my phone and walked in near-darkness down the rotting stairs. I made it to the bottom, and I flipped out the knife portion of my pocket knife. I held it, tensing up with every step. I stood silent for a few seconds, when I heard a small footstep from the kitchen. I freeze, then slowly walk into the kitchen. I looked around, and no one was there. Nobody.

Was I just hearing things?

I walked closer to the other side of the kitchen and still no one. I started to feel a bit better.

I must be imagining things. Silly me.

So, I turned on the light and looked around the kitchen one last time. Yet, no one was there. Eventually I started walking back to the stairs, going through the living room.

About half way through, I stepped on something that felt like a hard pillow on the floor. Ugh. Stupid Chance must have thrown pillows around earlier. I'll just pick those up...

But when I went to pick them up, they definitely were not pillows. Not. At. All. They were warm, and...... wet???

I dropped the pillow and slowly walked over to the lights and turned them on....

My mom laid there dead, with a bullet hole through her head, right between the eyes. She was bleeding heavily, and stained the carpet beyond belief. A red spray of brain matter and blood splattered the couch and wall behind it. I nearly puked. I ran over to her and started screaming. Tears already burned my face and blood ran through my fingers like water through a faucet...

When I realized something.

The killer was still in the house.

I instantly stopped making any noise, even though it was blatantly obvious where I was. I frantically searched the room for any signs of where the killer was. Nothing.

I need to get out of here.

I sprinted to the front door, only to find it was locked from the outside. I blinked, and then there was no lock on the door. I tried pushing, but it didn't budge.

I ran for the back door, and it too was locked from the outside. I  ran to the window and once I got there, it was just a painting of a window, it wasn't real.

What...... no.....

I was completely trapped. I was locked in the living room. There were no ways out, or in for that matter. I sat in the corner behind the couch, hyperventilating and crying so much my shirt was wet all down the front. I closed my eyes and tried to think of a way out.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the big, hulking figure of my dad. I pulled out my phone again and turned the screen on again. Yep, it was my dad.... but.... he looked.... bloody.... and..... he had a .44 magnum in his hand...

"Dad?........" I spoke, as my voice cracked.

He smiled a smile no human should be able to produce. His smile was literally from ear to ear, and his eyes started bleeding. I screamed.

He covered my mouth with his bloody hand, and spoke to me in a tone I'd never heard before.

"You were always my favorite, darling. Taaa taaa my girl..."

"Dad?..." I whispered so quietly that even I had a hard time hearing myself.

He suddenly smacked my phone out of my hand and shot it. I heard it fizz out and then I screamed.

"Hush, hush, darling girl... mommy can't help you anymore!...."

Dad......

BANG.