In Your Arms.

Chapter 1

Amy POV:

People tell me that because I have a perfect life I have no right to complain, or that I can't be sad or have depression. Or that I'm making a 'mountain out of a mole hill'. What do they know? You can have depression and have a perfectly average life. It's a mental disorder, you have no control over who gets it.

Strangely, others don't seem to realise that. I guess some people are just so narrow minded that they can't see the other side of the street.

Curling up in my covers I see myself in my computer screen, I look like a kebab. Oh well, no point in judging myself, everyone else is already doing that for me. Even my parents. Picking up my book 'The Hunger Games' I lock myself in my fantasy world. This. This is my escape, my escape from all the voices in my head, to the reality of a family that doesn't know what to do around me, they walk on eggshells when I walk downstairs. Especially since I came out to them. That was a bombshell they haven't quite accepted yet. But I know they love me, because they're trying and that's all I can really ask for.

Hearing my text go off I place my book down, careful not to damage the spine. Chuckling to myself as I read the pun my friend Katrina sent me. "A cannibal was late to luncheon, so they gave him a cold shoulder'. She knows how much I appreciate them, makes my day a little brighter. However that is short lives when another message comes through my phone from an unknown number telling me to, and I quote 'kiss myself because I'm a Fag and a disgrace to my family and God' .

Trying to shrug it off I whisper to myself "well for starters it's called a BIble not a Straightable. Dickhead.".

BANG. It sounded like the front door got knocked down, opening my bedroom door with my blanket wrapped around me I go to see what's going on, making my way downstairs looking like the evil step-mother of Snow White I hear someone threatening my dad. As I'm about to say something I feel a hand on my shoulder, turning I see the last glimpse I will ever see of my mum, unscarred, as she shoves in the cupboard under the stairs.

Her gentle voice hummed "Stay in her hun, and stay quiet and remember, mother loves you."

That was the last thing she said to me as she shut the cupboard on me before I could protest.

I could everything happening. Feeling my hands trembling I watched as these men beat my parent and brother, watching as blood covered the floor I was frozen. It was like I witnessing it all in slow motion and my heart was slowly- painfully- getting torn in two.
BANG BANG BANG.
Three gunshots, that's all it took and they were dead on the stone cold tiled floor. Why would we create such objects?
Why, if there's a God out there, would He allow these monsters to do such a thing?
Hearing them leave I slowly opened the cupboard door and got out. I don't know what to do. What do you do in a moment like this! Moments like this are only meant to happen in stories that you can just close the book to then go join your family for dinner.
Cautiously, I walk over to their bodies, my blanket left under the stairs.
Seeing their faces one of my hands went to my mouth and the other to my heart and stomach. Collapsing to my knees I couldn't feel the tears that were streaming down my face, I could only feel the pain they were causing, like each tear was searing away at my skin.
Screaming, I was screaming for help, well more like choking out a splutter of letters that sounded like help, my body a safe distance from the blood yet some still ended up on me hands.
"P-please...S-som-someone h..h.help me!" Yelling at the top of my lungs asthough it was a prayer, and I guess in a way it was. I wanted my family back, I want this pto just be another bad dream. Just this time, I don't appear to be waking up.
Getting up with tears streaming down my face I pull out my phone from my pocket, barely able to contain my sobs I dial the police, it seems to feel like forever until they pick up.

Sobbing into my hands they finally answer.
"Hello, this is the police, what's your emergency?"
"H-hello? My n-name is Amy Stokes.. I live at 24 Cranberry Row Road a-and I j..just w.watched my entire family.. Get killed" as I admitted it to myself I heard the line go dead.
Shouting into the phone for anyone to hear my entire body began to tremble. Suddenly there's a white light, turning my body away from the bright light as the windows in my house smashed I fell to the ground.

"Amy Stokes, my name is Arinesa, I believe I heard your prayers."

Trying to see who it was I fail miserably, because the next thing I know everything goes black and there is nothing. Nothing but the darkness which right now, I welcome more than what is healthy.

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AN
Sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical error. I'm just trying to get it out again.