The Unmentioned

My Start

Hot breath gorged down on my neck, with limbs dangling off the bed and on me.
I was hidden beneath the body of my sister.

She smothers me beneath her mass.
My small frame slides from the bed and out into the hall.

I hate sharing a room with her.

I'm only 7 and she's 18, I wanted my own room.

I wonder the house, it's only 12:15.

I settled for sitting in my kitchen. It was to dark to see the brown painted walls.

I stared at the screen saver of the computer on the bar. It being one of the only source of light.

It's me, my sister, brothers, mom, and, dad.

In the picture it was Easter last year and I'm wearing a yellow sun dress. My curly brown hair is pulled back into a braid like my mom's.

My brother's have my dad's sandy blond hair, their twins Matthew and Marcus. They sometimes tease me about my height, can't they understand I'm only 7?!

Their both 14.

My sister Annabella has my hair, curly.

She constantly patronized me because I'm the youngest and shotest. That's why she sleeps on me. She is 18 and will be going to college in the fall. Mom says that I should enjoy the time I have with her left as a roommate.

My dad, or Robert as mom calls him, I think he's 40.

His has sandy blond with grey strands in his beard and mustache.

I once drew on his face while he slept he was so red I called him tomato face for weeks. He's silly.

Mom, she too has my hair, or I have hers. She has green eyes like me, even thought mine change color. She's dad's age. Their both old.

My dad's eyes are blue so are my brothers and sisters, mom says I'm special because I'm the only one in the family that has her eyes.

She says that only her mom and great grandma have our eyes.

I watch the pictures on the screen haze to another. One of me and my best friend in the whole world, Alicia.

She's a year older than me and has red hair and grey eyes. I don't get why she is older than me when I'm taller than her.

I've known her for as long as I can remember.

The sound of glass breaking and trash cans hitting each other draws me away from my rant full thoughts.

I look out the kitchen window to see a dog run away with its tail between its legs.

What's wrong with it?

I look in the dog direction ran in.

The sound of groaning and hisses pulls me to the drive way.

A man In black coat walked in to our driveway, he walks with a limp and let's out loud groans.

My first thoughts are that he's hurt. But the way the dog ran way tells me otherwise.

My curiosity it got he better of me as I went to the family room to get better look at the man.

Slurping on his saliva , the light was dim but I could see enough to notice yellow liquid on his shirt and blood.

A pulse of fear ran through me and I ran upstairs into my hiding place. The hamper.

The sound of glass breaking made me shake.

I could hear and see moving shadows of my dad and brothers. They had awaken.