From Grade A to Gangster( a Bleach Fan Fiction)

It feels like it's been hours, weeks, but in reality it's been seconds. The raised voices invade my ears and reach my eye's causing a chain reaction. The tears flow down onto the plain white sheets, yet my expression does not change, stoic as ever. The wall has caught my interest more that the rest of the world. Still the yell breaks my concentration; thought; peace of mind. It's going to have to end sometime right? When the voices suddenly stop I let out an unknown breath. My body relaxes and I almost decide to get up and leave my sanctuary. The completely white room, with white, gray or black furniture. Some metal, some wood. Whatever I could find, could buy. Colors are overrated. My arms start to come from behind my head, slowly and then a horrid noise, once again reaches my ears. I shoot up from the bed. Surprise and fear in my eyes. Someone had just broken glass and shattered my life. I ran into the kitchen, my heart sinking even lower than I thought possible. My mother lay there, the back of her head bleeding. I look to my father who is staring at me also, in a weird, surprised glaze that was so, lifeless. I look and see his beer bottle in his hand, unbroken, the I turn to the window. Shattered. My dad fell over, a knife in his back. Realization hit me, hard and I sprinted towards the door, grabbing my cell phone.

There was someone in my house killing my loved one in the middle of the day, 12:33 pm. I punched three numbers into my phone and continued to run down my apartments stairs and out into the street. I headed for the busiest street, closest to where we lived.

“Hello, 911 what is you emergency?” A women asked through the cellular device.

“Hi I'm at Sunnybrook and 9th street. I'm running from my house, Sunnybrook Apartments where my parents where just killed. I'm head for the Safeway off of Fencer Street. Please h-hurry,” I said staying calm, knowing I could mourn later. Though I was running out of breath.

“We are sending police over right now ma'am,” She said calmly. I wanted to scream at her that my parents had just been killed, but they must be trained of stay calm in this kind if situation.

I kept running. Leaving my phone on I ran at full speed all the way. It must have been the adrenaline that kept me going. I was almost to Fencer when a car pulled up beside me. The SUV was black with tinted windows. Driving up a little farther than where I was, then it turned sideways and blocked me off, on the sidewalk. My heart clenched and I could feel my feet reacting on there own. Darting to the street I ran past the van barely missing it as it tried to back up into me. Getting faster and faster, I could see the cars, rushing along Fencer and knew I was almost there. Hearing the police sirens was something I never though I'd be happy to hear. My eyes held hope in them, yet the black car had something else in mind. The right side door swung open revealing a man with flat silver hair who was smiling mischievously. He reached out to grab me and I stopped, the car continued and while I headed for the house to my right. I knew they would get me before I got to Safeway or even Fencer. Shaking as I ran, tears ran down my face again. I was going to die.

How did I go from being a semi, happy kid with semi happy parent; go from a fairly normal day to being chased by murderers. Being an orphan. I wanted to scream but my breath was being used for energy to run.

Skipping over the wooden fence I headed into the back yard and dived into the dog house, luckily with no dog inside. My phone was still on with 911 on the other side.

I picked it up and spoke quickly, “They have me and I'm dead. Couldn't make it to Safeway sorry,” and hung up, curling into a ball at the far corner of the dog house. Muffling my breath, I closed my eyes, hanging my head in my knee's. Taking short breath's just so I wouldn't die. Tears silently running down my face. The anxiety was too much for me. Everything became really quiet. Like silence before the storm.

“Boo,” The silver haired man peaked through the hole to the dog house and I finally screamed.

Screaming for my dead parent, from fear, from today and the gun in his hand. My breath was shaky and my face wet from the tears.