As I came through my bedroom window, I could hear the sound of slight sniffling. I carefully put my backpack on my bed, and took out my knife out of the right side of the bag. I grasped the knife as hard as i possibly could, fearing what could be downstairs. I opened my bedroom door, the sniffling turn into quiet sobbing I cautiously crept down stairs.
"Hey, kid." I harshly whisperd, the kid looked up as he pulled out his gun, "Leave me alone." the kid said as he raised the gun. "Kid listen, this is my house. I grew up in these walls" The kid slowly lowerd his gun, while wipping his cheek. I slowly tiptoed down the flight of stairs, I gently raised my hands.
"Is he bit?" I questioned. He took a deep breath...."No." I staired at the man lying on the floor in a heap.
I wonderd What the hell happend to this guy? Why were there bruises on all over his face?
