Stolen

Stolen Sanity

Today is the 8th month since my dad lost his job. My family is struggling. We can't find food. My name is Zayla Raine. I have long brown hair and blue eyes. I am 15 years old. I have one sister,her name is Maya. She is 11. I also have a brother, Jedediah. He is 19 years old. My dad is Braynt Raine, 38 years old. My mom, Kalana is 37 years old.

Today we have to hunt for food. My mom and Maya stay home to clean the house. Only Jed, dad, and I go hunting. I go off to the left of the woods, Jed goes to the right and my dad goes straight. The woods is next to the small wooden 3 bedroom house that I live in. The woods is right next to our water source. Jedediah goes towards it to catch fish while me and my dad hunt and look for berries.

When I was walking back to the meeting area I saw an apple tree and a black berry bush. I was almost done picking the apples and berries when I heard a scream that sounded like Maya's. I run home I don't wait for Jed or dad.

I got inside to see our kitchen area destroyed. Someone had broke into the house and stole all of our food. I follow the sounds of Maya crying to the hallway. I see Maya lying on the cold hard ground with her bright green eyes blood red from crying and her blonde hair covering her face. I then saw my mom laying lifeless on the ground with her brown eyes closed and her brown hair scattered on the floor, a blood puddle around her and a knife laying not to far away.

I then knew she was murdered.

Whoever broke into the house murdered her.

Once everything processed through my head I heard Jed and dad running over to us. My dad sat next to mom and Maya and cried. Jed stood there and stared at mom with silent tears coming out of his blue eyes and his brown hair messed up. I slowly sunk to my knees and cried.

A few hours later we knew that we had to bury her. We were all afraid to go far from the house. We buried her in front of a tree in the back yard.

For the next few days we all barely talked, we ate less than normal even though we didn't eat much anyway. We were all suffering. Maya hasn't cooked in days because her and mom always cooked together. Jed and dad haven't been hunting. No one can cook the meat as good as mom.

And for me, Well..... I'm trying to keep this family alive.

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I can't believe I already have the first chapter done. I'm not going to have a official day of the week to update its just going to be whenever I can. The story isn't the best I am only 13 (almost 14). If you see a mistake just Please politely tell me in the comments. The girl on the side is how I would imagine Zayla. This chapter is dedicated to addictedtosos
~Em❤️