Makeshift Chemistry

     I could feel the sweat sliding down my face as I rushed to get everything I could into my suitcase. I had to get out while I still could. Whoever they were, they'll come back. They didn't just kill my parents and leave me. Anyone from 3 blocks away could hear my music, there is no way they couldn't. Something must've scared them off, but i cant wait around to find out. 

     By now, the sweat had combined with tears, and my makeup was long gone. My mind was going 10 different directions, my mom and dad were lying in pools of blood in the living room, and I figure the cops would be here soon. I snatched my suitcase from the bed and wiped the wet mascara from my face. I knew I had to be careful, I had to watch what I touched and watch what I left, If I wasn't the authorities would hunt me down and torture me with questions like "Why didn't you call the police right away?" or "Why did you leave?" And I would answer the same everytime, I was scared.

     I hustled down the stairs and into the living room where my parents lay dead. My moms purse caught my eye, I picked up the wallet with a paper towel and grabbed the money, and did the same with my dads wallet. I felt like a criminal, but I had to. The cash from their wallets wasn't enough, but I couldn't use the credit cards. Suddenly I remembered that my dad had a hidden safe in his room. I wasn't supposed to know about it, but I walked in while he was grabbing money out of it. He had said that day that I was old enough to know about it, but only use it for emergencies. That was only a couple of months ago. He kept a key in his wallet, and under the carpet by the safe. I scrambled to get the wallet but the key was gone. They probably knew about the safe as much as my dad did, that's probably why my parents are dead now. I paniced, and ran upstairs to his room. The other key was under the carpet and i moved the painting from the wall to unlock the safe. I used a nearby towel to open the safe, and grab the money out of it. There were wads of cash in this safe, I made sure I didn't leave any just in case. I bundled the money up in my clothes that were packed together in my suitcase and slid the lock and key in with it. I put the painting on the wall and rushed out. 

     As I walked down the stairs I could hear someone in the living room, I hurried to the back door trying not to make any noice or trip on anything because It was dark. I couldnt make out the voices, I couldnt even understand what they were saying, but it didn't matter now because I was out the back gate as soon as I closed the door. I knew to stay in the shadows, and out ofthe street lights. Dallas is too much of a risky place to be at night to just roam around. Luckily, the airport was just a couple of miles away. As I got further away from my neighborhood, I slowed down to catch my breath. I'm getting a plne ticket to Los Angeles. I don't know where I'll stay, but i've got enough money to pay for food and hotel rooms for a few nights. I'll get a job, and try my best to start over. I can't stay here. I'm leaving and Im not coming back. The street lights faded and I said goodbye to my old life. I put my headphones in and made my way through Dallas.