REAL

REAL -1

ERINE                                                                    

My parents are having an argument. I am supposed to be asleep but I am not. I can hear each and everything that they say. My father says that he regrets ever meeting my mom. The argument heats up even more. I am used to these arguments these days. This has started to happen every single night. I hear them saying somethings that they weren't supposed to. The argument turns into a fight. I hear something fall down and then I hear a shatter, followed by a scream. Everything goes silent. I hear my father gasp. My heart starts racing. I start to think of all the possible things that could happen. Injury or even worse 'Death'. Something happened to my mom. Tears fill my eyes. I want to go out to check but I don't dare to.
  
I gather all the courage in me and reach for the door. I am already freaked out. I get all drenched in sweat as I twist the door knob. I slowly get out of my room into the hall and I take a quick look around. Tears flow from my eyes down to my cheeks when I see that my father possibly killed my mother. I am in tears, sobbing over what seems like my mom's murder. Blood has made a pool near the blue sofa, a part of which is red with my mom's blood. I suddenly get a feeling that there's something stuck on my throat, like I'm choking. I feel suffocated. I get this feeling like I'm about to throw up. My mouth fills with bile. I suddenly make some kind of sound. I'm not sure if it was a whine or a grunt. But I'm pretty sure that my father saw me.

I suddenly rush inside my room as fast as I can. He rushes over to the door to my room. I don't even get a chance to lock the door. I lean against the door like it somehow would prevent him from entering. But how could a 15 year old girl stop a 38 year old. He, without any effort, enters the room and grabs me by my arms. My heart beats so loudly that for a moment I think it will come out of my chest. I look at him with my teary eyes and even with the blurred vision, I still can tell that he is furious. I let out a small wail, I don't know whether because of the pain he's causing to my arm or because of what I saw outside. He tells me to shut up and drags me out of the room. I scream for help but then remember that we live alone, far from the city and there is no use of screaming. I once again cry in pain.
              
Once outside, I see her. My mom! I try to break free from his grip to reach up to her but he doesn't let me go. He instead takes me to the other side of the room and throws me on the floor. I land on the floor butt first. He takes out a gun from nowhere and points it directly at me. For a moment, I think that it is all an act and my mom will just stand up any moment and he will start laughing at my stupidity but he remains intact. Right when he unlocks the safety of the gun and holds the trigger ready to shoot me, my brother walks out of his room aware of all the noises and immediately gets alert when he sees a gun in our father's hand that is pointed directly at me. He sprints yelling at me to run and just as dad pulls the trigger he comes in front of me and gets shot. He falls to the floor with a thud.

Day 1