The End.

Half Alive

"You need to get help!" My mother hollered.

"No I don't!" My father shouted back at her.

It was the same as always. Whenever my parents argued, my sister and I would hide and listen.
We lived in a broken home, my father had gambled away most of our money, we ended up moving in a small, two bedroom apartment.
Mom had to get two jobs after my dad lost his.

Dad usually drank and got angry at the smallest of things. He became abusive, moms been trying to get him help, but he refused every time.
Today is just another attempt.

My name is Lilly Reel, I'm 16 years old.
My sister's name is Rena Reel, she's 17, about to turn 18 next month.

"Dammit Carol! Shut the fuck up with that bullshit!"
"No, you need help, Rick! If you don't, then I'm leaving and taking the kids with me!"
"The hell you are!"

Then we heard a loud crash and our mother's scream.
"Why did you do that!? I'm bleeding-" But she was cut off by another crash.

It became silent.

We heard foot steps enter the room next to us, some rumbling, and then foot steps exiting.

Our mother was mumbling and whimpering.
"Rick*cough* p-please don't-"

*BANG!*

It became silent again.

Then Rena broke the silence.
"Mom!"
She got up and ran out of the room.
"MOM! Dad what did you do- d-dad?! Dad what are you doing?! DAD!"

*BANG!*

I heard a loud thump. I felt frozen, unable to move. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I finally gained some strength and got up. I was trembling so bad I felt like I was going to fall.

Before I reached the door, it slammed open. There stood my dad, he was covered in blood, a crazed look on his face. In his left hand was a gun. He lifted the gun at me and smiled.
I shut my eyes.

*BANG!*

I felt an extraordinary amount of pain in my neck. It was hard to move, I slowly grabbed my neck. I felt liquid pouring out of my neck, I looked at my hand, crimson blood covered it.

It was hard to breathe, my vision began to get blurry, looking to my right, I saw my father. He was pouring something on the ground, gasoline, panicking I tried getting up. I felt dizzy.

*I'm going to die!*
*I'm going to die!*

It was hard to think, but it wasn't hard to figure out what was going to happen next. My dad had a lighter in his right hand, the gun in his left. He lifted the gun, flicked on the lighter...

*BANG!*

He fell to the ground, so did the lighter. A burst of flames filled the room, spreading quickly to my room. I didn't care if it hurt to move or that I felt dizzy, I tried moving as quickly as I could to the bathroom.

My pant leg got caught in a flame, it burned.
When I reached the bathroom, I turned on the tub and flopped in.
Extinguishing my burning leg. The tub filled quickly and I laid there. Smoke filled the apartment, sirens too. I heard banging and a crash.

I had lost to much blood to move anymore, I was drowning in water and blood. My vision getting worse by the second, voices entering the bathroom. A hand reaching for me...

Darkness.

******

"Lilly? Can you hear me?"
"W-who are y-you?"
"Be careful on speaking, you're still suffering from the bullet wound in your neck."
I slowly opened my eyes, it was hard to focus, but I could tell that there was three figures. The one next to me spoke again.
"Can you remember anything?"
I closed my eyes, flashes of my father with the gun, my sister and mother dead; the flames.
Tears started rolling down my eyes uncontrollably, it was getting hard to breathe.
A nurse came in and they held me down, she gave me a shot to calm me down.