Sane

Its not real

I heard a scuff of sneakers. I turned around to barley see someone in a black hoodie coming at me with a pocket knife. I didn't know what to do. I pushed him back into a curb. I heard a metal noise. A gleam of silver took my attention under the street light. A small gun was laying on the pavement. I grabbed it without hesitation. He stood up abruptly. "no, no, please, please no, NO!", his familiar deep voice erupted. I watched him fall in front of me. It was like slow motion. It all happened so fast.I heard the handgun hit the ground without even realising I dropped it. I don't even know who the man attacking me was; I didn't care at this point. The night fell silent. I don't know if it was just me but everything seemed more hazy.

I looked up to see lights turning on down the ghostly street; my first instinct was to run. That's all I could really do at this point. And that's exactly what I did, I ran about a kilometre home. I ran faster then I thought was humanly possible. I was in distress.
When I finally reached my apartment block I tried to stay calm and stumble up the concrete stairs. I leant against the wall when I reached the top of the stairs. The paint peeled off of the wall with my leaning on it. I walked towards my actual apartment, 142. Once I opened the door I saw my brother sitting there,"Dad went out looking for you", My brother ,Liam, said in a monotone voice. "How long ago" I questioned, "about an hour ago" he answered.
I called his phone and I heard it ringing in his room. it's unlikely of him to not bring his phone. I started worrying.
I stumbled into his room to see if he had come back without Liam realising.
The room was bare of any life.
I didn't know what to do in this situation. I heard the door square open and a beam of light moved across my face. I looked up and saw Liam standing there. He was clearly as confused as I was, he mumbled under his breath,"Genevieve, are you okay?" I couldn't speak, "Liam...I...I...I don't know... Where he is..." I stuttered. I stood up and hugged him as tight as I could. "Gen... Are you okay?" That's all he seemed to care about.
"I'm going to have a look... Stay here!" I exclaimed.
I looked at the time on the clock in my dads room "4.37 AM".
I left my apartment building and I could hear people in the distance. I ran towards the white noise of people conversing. I began to see the flashing blue and red lights of an ambulance and police car. I started to hyperventilate. I got about 10 metres away when I noticed the person lying on the ground. "Oh my god..." Under my voice.
I passed out immediately.

When I woke up I found myself staring blankly into a blinding white light. I turned my head and I noticed I was in the hospital. I lifted my spine off of the bed and hung my legs over the edge. I placed one foot on the floor, followed by the other. I touched the corner of my eye. There was about 6 stitches up the side of my face. A blonde nurse walked in, she looked shocked that I was standing. "What happen-" I was cut off by her dropping her clipboard and coming to assist me back to my bed, "No one thought you would make it" she said with a shock, "What do you mean?" I questioned, "You had a bad concussion and you almost bled out", I was just as shocked as she was. "You need to stay in your bed, you aren't in the condition to walk around", I wasn't worried about my condition, I was worried about Liam. I had no idea were dad was, and we don't have a mother... One night I was tired and she tried to stop me from walking and I violently pulled open the kitchen drawer and grabbed out a knife and... I just did it, I didn't think, I didn't say anything. I was silent. I watched my own mother die. Well... be murdered really. No one besides my dad knew... he's hated me since. He's been really abusive and tried to kill me twice. Then it hit me. Did I? No. No. This can't be. Surely I didn't. I killed my father. I blacked out.