The Ring

Normally my daily schedule was

1. Get up

2. Help my little sister, Kenya, get ready

3. Go to school

4. Go to friend, Bianca's house

5. Go home

6. Eat dinner

7. Get into bed

8. Text until I fall asleep around 11:30

This day was different.

I had trouble getting up that morning and got to school late. Bianca and I were in a fight so I went straight home after school. There my mother was late so I made a crappy microwave meal for me and Kenya. Our television had broken leaving us to stare blankly at a wall for an hour. Before I got into bed, I forgot to turn on the alarm and we went to bed before my mother got home, not even texting anyone.

At about one in the morning, I heard a rustling in the yard. I quickly got up and ran into the living room. My mother still hadn't gotten home yet. She had probably gone home with another man again. I heard a mans voice outside the backdoor. The door wasn't locked. I ran to the couch and slid under it, crying silently. Then Kenya ran down the stairs crying.

"Sammy? What's happening?"

At that very moment the door was kicked down and three men with guns ran into our house. Kenya screamed and tries to run back up the stairs.

She was dead before she hit the floor.

I tried to muffle my screams by biting into my hand. The blood from my hand was mixing with the saltwater from my tears. One of the men ran upstairs.

"There are two bedrooms! Someone else is here!"

One man knocked over my mothers favorite chair. Another kicked the tv over. Then two men picked up the couch, exposing me to them.

"Please don't hurt me." I whispered in a shaky voice.

"Oh don't worry sweetie," the tall man said in a gruff voice,"you're goin to a real nice place."

I screamed as he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I kicked and yelled but the short bald man gaged me with a bandana.

That was three months ago.