Darkness

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I lie awake , hours on end , just watching the clock, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK. My brother sound a sleep nothing wakes him, how I envy him , so many worrys I coudnt dare catch a second of sleep. The giant ombre window looms over me as like it was trying to keep me safe, but it wasn't, it was trying to scare with all the dangers in the world, and at the moment it's doing a fantastic job. I catch a glimpse at my phone , my fears are lifted when I see what time? Mother will be back in about half an hour, but knowing her she won't.
1 fern knock shakes the whole wooden house, which makes me snuggle in to my douvet. My
brother still fast asleep.  Just ignore it! Just ignore it ! But a other knock makes me as well as my brother jump out of our skin.       Mother would know what to do, why isn't she here!?. We tiptoe down the creaky stairs staring at the shadow in the door. My heart sinks as I see the figure holding a particular object that reminds me of a knife. My brother clings tighter than ever so I guess he saw what I saw as well. Face my fears stop being a wimp. My guts tell to open the door ,but I can't bring myself to take one step closer. I turn round syllable holding Thomas, only to find a body lying on the floor. I tell my brother to go up stairs where he could just relax, unlike me who just found her drunken mother lying dead on the ground. Fall to the ground, my arms and legs are limp and I am to shocked ,scared, sad to say anything. Instead one tear trickles down my Face, down on to the ground were it touches my mother on her face. I rush up stairs promising to myself that this won't change my life she wouldn't of wanted it to, at least thats what I hope she would have want . Completely forgetting about the cilloute at door I open it to get some fresh air, the bag was ruff and smelled of blood, my skin was now red from were it had rubbed and Thomas wasn't with me.........I was alone.
When I wake I'm releaved to see Thomas tied up next to me , but he doesn't seem to be awake. The man at the door was there holding a knife. Staring straight at my brother I screamed and shout...but no one can here you 50 metres under the ground.!  Thomas was gone, mother was gone, my house was gone, and I was alone.!