this was my story for english. I decied to uplaod it. so yeah :)
Niall ran down the corridor as fast as he could. His insides were burning as if a fire had started. He could feel the sweat drip down his forehead. He had his whole future ahead of him and now he could see it crashing down just because of what had happened. Questions kept popping into his head ‘What if I get away with it?’ ‘What if they catch me?’ ‘But I was protecting myself, wasn’t I?’ ‘What will the others think?’ He took a sharp left and sat behind the large bins. He took off his gloves and pushed them furiously into the pocket of his leather jacket. He closed his eyes and started to think about what had happened ten minutes ago.
He was happily eating, munching on some food as always. He walked in the kitchen when he saw his parents fighting. They were fighting more often nowadays. It never used to be like this. All of a sudden, out of nowhere his father threw a harmful punch at his mother. This time he had taken it too far. His mum tried to fight back, but there was no chance. She was like a small injured bird against a hungry pack of lions. Nialls father punched his mother again. This time her helpless body fell to the ground with a crash. He pulled the drawers open and the cutlery chatted and crashed into each other. He searched for an object. Niall was on the verge of tears. He couldn’t believe that was his dad. He always thought they were a happy family like the ones in the movies.
His dad had found what he wanted, a wooden rolling pin. He started to beat Niall’s mother vigorously with it. Niall saw his older brother from the corner of his eye. They locked eyes. His blue eyes were drowning in tears. Niall gave him a pleading look as if he were telling her not to do anything that would kill him. But it was too late.
“You killed her, you monster.” Nialls brother screamed. Before he could even react Nialls father had already knocked him out with the rolling pin. Niall thought about who his new victim might be. It was him.
He tried to run up the stars as fast as possible without making a noise. He had almost made it up without a noise when the wood on the last step let out a loud screech. He spun his head around and saw his father giving him a wicked grin from the kitchen. Niall ran into his parent bedroom and locked the door. He quickly pushed the bookshelf behind the door to keep his dad from entering the room for a while. He opened all the drawers on his old fashioned desk. He was looking for his father’s gun. His father had always said that it was for family hunting trips, but know he knew what it was really for. He wondered how long his father had been doing this.
He kept searching for the gun. He checked in the drawers, closet and even his underwear drawer. Niall gave up on finding his father’s gun and opened the closet where he kept his toiletries and there it was. ‘Goodbye Niall,’ he heard behind him.
‘Why,’ Niall asked.
‘Why not,’ his father replied. Niall was disgusted. He couldn’t believe that his father had killed his mother and sister. His father took a step closer to him. Niall could smell the alcohol on him. He reeked of scotch.
His father pulled back the rolling pin and whispered ‘Goodbye Niall, you were always my favo…’
‘Son wake up,’ the policeman said shaking Niall. Niall thought ‘where am I?’ After a second all the memories from before came flooding in. He sank and cried in his hands.
‘What’s wrong son?’ the policeman asked generously.
‘He killed them,’ Niall replied sobbing.
‘Who? And where is he?’ the policeman asked again.
The images floated into his mind again. The hole in the wall, the bullets scattered around the ground jumping as if they were frightened by vibrations, the blood that rushed down the stairs like a raging river. He remembered the table being knocked over and all the papers on it flattering around like pretty white doves. He remembered his father lying peacefully on the carpet with a bullet in his head.
‘But I killed him…’
