• Chapter one:
    Sun rise

    The dark was creeping in and I knew it was almost my time, all I could do is think about what it's going to be like afterwards... Just keep takeing deep breaths and concentrait on how this will be over soon. I felt something cold run accross my hand and then my back. It was quiet, peaceful, like the calm before the storm. I could feel it comeing and I knew it was there, waiting and watching. I wanted to scream but I knew that wouldn't help me at this point, I was in to far. It's breath was now running down my neck leaveing a cold chill on my back. I wont be able to do this alone... I awoke with dissapointment, the next time I need to do it, help or not.

    I got up and drug my feet down stairs to go make breakfast for every one. ''Damn stairway!'' I cursed as I stubbed my toe for the millionth time. I went into the kitchen and opend the fridge, to my surprise all the food wasn't eaten yet. I made a heap of eggs and bacon then walked back upstairs, being careful not to stub my toe again. I walked into Doman's room and tor the black curtains off the window. ''The light! Make it stop!'' Doman yelled. ''Shut up! There is food down stairs and good luck finding the peice of bacon I didn't rub with rat poisin.'' I whispered to him with a threatening voice. He swalloed hard then sleepily headed down stairs. As I was heading to my sister Mila's room I heard a thud and a streem of curses from Doman, he hit his head on the door frame, again.

    ''Come on Mila! Time to get up, you little priss'' I muttered in her ear. I didn't want Mila here, she needed a place to live after our parents died and she had money. Mila and I were complete opisites. Her room was pink and flowery when mine was dark and more mature. Mila is 16 years old, the youngest and the only morning person in the large house. Doman was another story, we first met back in the 8th grade, we hated eachother untill one day we started talking and we became best friends ever since. Doman is 18 and very much like me. '' Yay! blaugh Time to start another wounderful day here in the house!'' Mila exclamed. I never did understand what made her so happy about wakeing up. ''Wow, your hair looks really bad this morning!'' Mila told me in a bright voice. ''Your going to regret that.'' I said calmly. Her eyes turned as big as the sun because she knew I meant it. As I left Mials room satisfyed with myself for comeing up with another great tourcher on her. I taped her 5 feet up on the wall and her hair tied in knots.

    When I was walking down the hall to go wake up Eric I noticed that the smell of food was gone. I ran down stairs (stubing my toe), and there was Damon hunched over the empty plate with a stupid look on his face. '' Doman, I swear to god if you ate all that food I'm going to kill you'' I said angrily tone. '' Then consider me dead!'' he laughed. I went over and gave Damon a hug. ''How did you sleep?'' he asked me anxiously. ''Ugh... What do you think?'' I said tiredly. ''Start makeing more food because you know how Eric gets in the morning with out his food'' I said plainly. ''Ok!'' Damon said hapily, he loved to cook. I walked upstairs to wake Eric up. Eric was very opinionated. I walked into his room silenly, ploting my attack. I pounced on Eric's tiny bed and he screamed like a little girl. ''HAHAHHA, a point for me! Thank you very much!'' I laughed loudly. ''Errg, wheres my food, you house maid....'' Eric said sacasticly. He got up and forgot how tiny his door frame was, and hole appered where Eric's shoulder was. ''I'm going to get Ghost up!'' Eric called over his shoulder exitedly. Ghost was Chris's nick name. Chris was a quiet person that is like our houses Ghost. All I heard was a riping noise and a crash. Ghost was stronger then Eric, and the crashing sound was probably Eric getting hurt.

    Ghost let Mila down and we all headed downstairs to eat.

    To be continued.....