Orphans

Intruder - Part 1

Annabelle
I awoke to the sound of a gun firing. I sat up in my bed breathing heavily, hoping that no one had been hurt. Then I heard my mother pleading for her life. I needed to hide, so I ran over to my wardrobe and hid myself behind a big puffy dress.

There was a scream, a gunshot and then... nothing. Tears started streaming down my face as a million questions raced through my head. Who had the intruder shot? Was it my mother? Would the intruder find me here? What did they want with my family? Was my sister, Emily-Victoria, ok?

A feeling of remorse crept over me, as the sudden realisation of my last words to my mother snuck into my thoughts. My last words had been 'I hate you'. We'd gotten into an argument, which ended with me slamming my door as I screamed 'I hate you' and cried myself to sleep. I would never get to take it back. This just made me cry even more, and then came the footsteps.

They were slow and cautious, but heavy, like the intruder was wearing heavy armour boots. I heard my door creak and quickly covered my mouth in an attempt to make myself quieter.

I was next.

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Emily-Victoria

As I woke up I heard footsteps creeping quietly towards my sisters room. I heard the door slowly creak open, and the murderous voice of a man telling my younger sister to come out from where she was hiding. Once I had heard the door of her bedroom click shut, I made sure no one was in the hallway after grabbing scissors from my desk as a weapon. Slowly I crept down the stairs to see if my parents were ok.

As soon as I saw her the scissors fell to the floor. I could have fainted from the horrific sight of my mother's dead body. Her skin had no colour. Her cheeks that were usually pink were now completely white, her eyes blank with a bullet hole right between them. She had been murdered. My father wept over her body, thinking about what he could have possibly done to save her. I put my hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
"I could have saved her, I could have sacrificed myself, told him to shoot m-"
I cut him off,
"It's not your fault, Dad, we need to call the police."
He looked up at me and told me to hide, so I took a knife from the kitchen as a precaution incase the intruder found me, and I crawled into a large cupboard.

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Annabelle

I had never been more afraid in my life. There was a murderer in my bedroom. I had no way to protect myself. I was a sitting duck. If he found me I was dead. I heard the quiet murderous whisper of the man who had killed my mother.
"Come out, come out wherever you are."
He whispered as I tried to make myself as small as possible.
"You know I'm going to find you eventually, may as well get it over with."
I heard the footsteps getting closer to my hiding place. It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. My breathing was heavy and fast. I attempted to cover my entire body so that I wasn't visible, I found extremely long black socks and quickly pulled them on and then put my feet in high tops so that you couldn't see my feet. I then grabbed a black hoodie and put it on backwards so you couldn't see my face when I pulled the hood over it, then I pulled the sleeves over my hands. I was still hidden behind the puffy dress, so I thought the intruder wouldn't find me.
I was wrong.