• I could hear his foots steaps coming down the hall,
    The clunking of his boots
    The scratching of his knife against the wall
    than my mother screaming
    My sister
    Brother
    he stoped right out side my bedroom
    He walked inside
    I was under my bed cold and afraid
    he bent down on his knees
    But didn't look under my bed
    His knife hit something
    maybe my wall
    He got back up
    and walked out of my bedroom
    but he stayed inside
    I saw little feet than my sisters face
    just looking at me
    she came to me
    crawled under the bed with me
    she had a stab wound in her upper torso
    and a slashed shirt
    she was crying
    I told her to stop or we would die
    I heard him coming again
    I coverd her mouth
    His feet were outside my door
    His feet covered in blood
    my mothers body behind him
    the blank look on her face
    my sister buried her face in my shoulder
    and made me whimper in pain
    he heard the whimper
    he walked into the room
    knealt down again
    his face
    pure
    sad
    mad
    rage
    beauty
    my father
    I whisperd to my sister to run
    whille I help him off
    She ran
    While
    I Died