So I wrote this in 8th grade. It's incomplete and needs work but I like the idea so here ya go. If anyone actually reads this...enjoy!
I smiled as a warm breeze woke me up from a deep sleep. Then as soon as the smile had come it was gone. I had nothing to be happy about. I lived in the house that previously held my family and I, or at least the old me, the one that could have smiled when "she" woke up, the one who played soccer, had many great friends, loved to wear dresses and obsess over boys giggling with my friends.
But that was me before everything happened. Now I don't smile and wouldn't be caught laughing. Whenever my friends try and get in touch with me I just ignore all the calls or texts. I don't care about boys, soccer or dresses anymore. I now think of only sadness, hurt and guilt, with no way to get it out.
I get out of bed and walk past the mirror that hangs on the wall. I see a girl that I used to know. A girl with fiery red hair, tall with a petite face that all fit together perfectly. I used to spend long periods of time in front of this mirror making sure everything was perfect, but now my hair is pulled back into a tight and messy bun. I used to love having these blue eyes that would sparkle but now they look like the deepest ocean floor full of sadness and guilt.
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I should have died along with them. But I just had to go to that stupid party. No matter how many times mom and dad said no.
"You never let me do anything ugh!" Those were the last words I ever said to my parents. I snuck out that night and went to the party. But when I got home. I will never forget that moment. I had walked in all giddy from having fun at the party and I was very careful. I didn't even give a thought that the front door hadn't been locked.
I had quietly run up to my room only to see my parents bedroom light on. Scared to get caught I ran and put my pajamas on. Messed up my hair a little to make it look like I had been sleeping and walked in. I still can't get that image out of my head. Mom, dad and my brother Matt. All lying on the floor hand and feet bound and gagged with a small towel. And the worst was the blood. So much blood. And as if the sight of it all over the walls, floor and bed wasn't bad enough the smell was indescribable, I don't know how I had missed it on the way to my room. For some reason my mind switched off and I grabbed trash bags and turned on the water in the tub. I threw 'them' all away and scrubbed the floor clean. I got rid of everything. And when I was done you couldn't even smell they vile stench that they had reeked of.
After everything was gone I pulled my hair in a bun and got in the car. I called Mike, my other brother and Matt's twin. Only some of their closest friends and family could tell them apart. They were in 8th grade while I was a sophomore. Mike had gone to a friends for the night. "What do you want?" said a groggy Mike.
"I'm coming to get you now, get ready don't ask questions, make up some excuse to get out of there now." Sensing the urgency in my voice he sounding very scared said,
"Ok... see you soon" When I pulled up the front door was open and Mike and his friends mom was walking to the car.
"I think he will be okay he might just have had to much to eat" She said.
"yea thanks" Mike got in and she stepped away from the car and I pulled out.
"Liz?" Mike whispered, "what's going on? Is everything ok?" I didn't know what to say so I just sat there silently until we got home. When we walked in the house I flicked on the lights and burst out crying. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike's face become a pale white, "Lizzy," Mike called me by my childhood name, I didn't remember the last time he had called me that, and it made me cry even harder.
