CRASH. I bolted out of my bed as I heard the loud crashing sound. What was that?
I quietly got out of bed and headed to my door. As I grew closer I could hear my parents yelling and screaming. My eyes widen as fear runs through my body, I was trapped...I couldn't move; then it went silent. I was about to move my hand to open the door when I then heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
I quickly pulled my hand away and tried to think of a safe place to hide. My room was small so there were no places to really hide but the closet was the closest so I hid there. I could feel my body tense when I heard my bedroom door be swung open. This is it? This is how I'm gonna die isn't it? The footsteps sounded like they were getting closer. My heart started to beat harshly and my breathing was getting louder. Afraid. I had never known what being afraid felt like until now.
Suddenly the footsteps got quieter and quieter until I couldn't hear them anymore. Am I safe? What should I do?
I pushed the sliding closet door open a bit and peeked into my room. He was gone. I stepped out of the closet and decided to check the upstairs for anyone. When I didn't find anyone upstairs, I quietly walked down the stairs and checked every room but the kitchen. As I neared the corner to turn into the kitchen I saw a red pool of liquid by the entrance. Blood..?
"Mom...Dad..?" I say. I didn't want to turn that corner...but I did anyway. On the kitchen floor laid my mother and father. I just stood in shock, looking down at my murdered parents. There is blood everywhere...
My hands are covered with my parents blood.
I wasn't afraid anymore, I had no emotions...I was completely numb. I looked to scan the area one last time. My eyes locked on something shining by my fathers lifeless body, I bent down and grabbed it. This must be the knife that the intruders used on my parents. I held tightly onto the knife, staring at my reflection. I felt a shiver run up my spine as I touched the sharpened blade.
I hear sirens...one of the neighbors must have called the police. I need to leave. I ran upstairs to my room and grabbed my bag, I shoved the knife into my bag. I took a deep breath and ran downstairs, out the door. I went the opposite way of the sirens and somehow ended up in a nearby town. That's strange...there's nobody here.
I was alone but I felt like I wasn't. "Hello..?" I whispered. I looked behind me and around me but nobody was to be seen. I shrugged it off and kept walking. Where am I going?
I suddenly hear a man laughing maniacally, and I stop dead in my tracks. "W-who's there?" I yelled. The laughter stopped for a short moment and then I feel a hand pull me into the darkness. Laughter filled up the dark alleyway, I couldn't see. There's that feeling again...I'm afraid. My breathing started to quicken and my heart started to race. I need to run.
" I'll give you a 5 second head start! I like the fear in my preys eyes." The voice yelled. This must be the guy who killed my parents...I can't move. "No? Alright then!" The laughter started getting closer. I could see someone in the distance getting closer and closer towards me. "Chloe right? Your parents were so fun! The screaming and crying really made it easy. It was so messy, I hope you saw my hard work." From the darkness I saw him smile. Tears began to well in my eyes. I have to move now! I turned around and started to run back to the street to where I was pulled in here. "Now you start running? Such a pain." He wasn't yelling anymore...but I knew I wasn't safe yet. Footsteps behind me started getting louder. Where do I go?!
I turned right and ran down the narrow hill. What should I do?
Wait!
I crawled behind a dumpster nearby to keep myself hidden for the time being. I grabbed my bag remembering the knife I had brought.
I hope I didn't bring a knife to a gun fight....
