INTRO- Canibiliseum (Original Story.)

This is how you say it I get it, It can be hard to pronounce. considering I made this word up. ->(Canibal. ee. see. um.)

"Mom? why is Dad and James always sneaking out?" I ask staring up into her big glassey blue eyes this is what she always does. why does she always do this! I mean its hard for me considering my brother and dad always sneak out all the time...and refuse to tell me why.

"Go To Your Room" my mother whispers her glassey eyes are full off nothing but emptiness,

"are they sneaking around? MOM YOU HAVE TO TELL ME!" I raise my voice and she snaps her head at me

"its not in your business to know" she growls and I shake my head in discust

"I knew you know. you are unbelieveable!" I shriek the discust written on my face is nothing but disapointment and anger.

"JUST GO TO YOUR ROOM!" she screams

"I HAVE BEEN DEALING WITH THIS FOR 14 YEARS!" I yell staring down at the floor for a further five seconds I growl and snap my head up

"this is bullshit!" I yell

"LAUREN!" she screams

"fuck you" I growl running to my room. and slamming the door I flop down on the bed.

ever since I was 8 and I finally spotted them running past the house I remember writing in my diary about how unfair it was to see them having fun and ignoring me...I remember at school I was sitting there at my blue-ish desk and everyone give me the weirdest looks well mostly everyone and those who did keep there arms really well hidden I mean even in the summer they kept jumpers on. I dont why! everyone well...most people keep there arm's hidden and it drives me MENTAL!

I stare out my window and notice them sneakily moving swiftly in the garden they move to the door and sneak in black gloves on black hats...full on black outfits and covered in blood, what are they fucking mental serial killers? I hear them close the door and I hear heavy footsteps I jump into my bed and close my eyes when my door creaks open I hear a slight noise off relief and excitement when who-ever it is closes the door I open it slowly and sit on the top of the stairs listening in to there conversation,

"what was it this time?" she asks

"it was 2 of them and they had 5 people captured lucky they got out un-hurt" my dad's voice echo's around my head like a cave system I growl out.

"bastards where un-controllable too. made the sitation 20x worse" he answers

"you know. your sister is really hurt about this sitation and you wont tell her anything" my mom argues and I nod they must be mental serial killers...UNCONTROLLABLE? Like what are they fucking vets or something uncontrollable animals? MAYBE?!

"she is too young to u-"

"SHE IS 16 YEARS OLD." my mom yells

"SHE IS A GIRL. SHE HAS NO IDEA. SHE HAS NO CLUE" my brothers yell and I feel a hit off anger I climb out the window not wanting to hear anymore I sit there my legs dangling over the edge I rip a page out my diary and write,

'Once you learn to trust me with you're secrets then Ill be back' I throw the page inside and climb out the window sliding down the brown and rusty pipe that creaks slightly I hit the ground my boots swiftly kick the grass as I walk across it angrily down the road,

I pass a few people who look at me weird slightly I almost yell out but I hold my tounge I hate when people look at me like I've just killed there family Im about to just yell at them to stop looking... that is until one of them grabs me.