Behind Unwritten Eyes

Chapter Three

My alarm clock shrills and I roll over, slamming a closed fist over it. It's way to early.

Slowly I sit up on my bed and my eyes widen. At the foot of my bed there was a sleeping body that was covered mostly by my blanket. Well it's not my blanket, it's actually the one that was in the guest bedroom. I had gotten to tired to put my own blanket through the washer.

I crawl to the end of the bed, and my eyes widen even more. A fully asleep Kyle lay curled into the guest room blanket. What in the hell?

Quickly I shook him, and retracted my hand away. A mumble came from his face region, but still his eyes remained shut.

I sighed and walked over to my desk picking up my phone, unplugging it from the charger. As the screen lit up I saw there were a few missed calls from Kyle and a voicemail.

I dial up my voicemail and hold my phone to my ear as I listen for the the message. I had to skip over a few until I found the right one, but when i heard his voice, I gasped.

"Annika. We have to talk," his words slurred into each other, "You may not know it, but this house of yours, it's pretty dang nice."

I hear a bang in the background and it causes me to jump. I turn the volume on my phone down some and cautiously look over at Kyle. He was still sleeping, good. I went back to listening.

"Oh look at your precious mom and dad. If only they had known that this was coming, you should've said I love you, or at least goodbye."

I hear another bang and this time it sounded a lot closer. I slowly walk around my bed, and open my closet door. I walk in as casual as possible and close the door behind me. I crouch in the corner, and look through the slits of the door, watching Kyle sleep.

"Lastly your brother. Poor boy witnessed it all. Might as well finish him off anyways."

I hear Matthew whimper and I hold a hand up to my mouth. The last bang I heard was so close, it made tears fall down my face.

What is happening to me?

"I love you Annika."

The voicemail ends and I shake violently. I know what those bangs were. They were gunshots, he had killed my family! The st*pid freak had gotten drunk and murdered them all. Then in his drunken stupor fell asleep in my bed. Oh my god, I need to get out of here.

I as silently as possible walk out of the closet and dash out of my room. I walk into the kitchen and grab one of the biggest knives I could find. Walking down the hall, I grab my shoes and the keys to my moms car and make a dash for the front door. However before I could reach it a voice stops me dead in my tracks.

"Leaving so soon?"

I whip my body around so fast i almost fell over, and hid the knife behind my back.

"You monster! How could you do this!"

He just gives me a sick smile and takes a step closer.

"I don't want to hear what you have to say!" I shout and lunge towards him, driving the knife into his stomachs, bringing him to the ground.

I quickly jump to my feet and run still barefoot across the dark mahogany floors. I pass all of our family photos and memories. I don't stop until I fling my body inside the car.

Once inside I breath heavily for a few seconds. I quickly recollect myself  and jamb the keys into the ignition. I back out of the driveway and then slam on the gas, trying to put distance between me and the house.

Alone. You are alone.

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My screams filled the air. My lungs constricted and my throat was raw but I didn't care. I had seen them dead. All of them. The only ones I had left. He took them away from me. He took every one of their lives.

The thoughts of this filled my body with fresh screams, and once they had passed, I doubled over with tears. Sobs wracked my body and all I felt was pain. All I know is pain. All I could perceive was pain.

When my mom ran into my room, her hair disheveled and her pajamas still on, more tears came to my eyes.

"Oh mom it was so awful. He came and you were all dead. And and and,..." I had to pause to let a few sons escape my lips, I needed to breath,or I was going to hyperventilate.

"I love you mom. So much, and dad too. And especially Matthew."

My mom looks at me startled and I can't guess I blame her. I don't think I had said those words in over 12 years. The realization of this only makes me cry even more and I rest my head on her shoulder, making her jump just a tad.

"Oh we love you too."

I scoff, but hide it with a cough. How could anyone love someone so worthless like me?

My brother Matthew enters the room and my dad follows close behind. I sigh and I feel a faint stretching of my lips. I stand in my wobbly feet and hug my dad, wiping my face on his shirt. I move to my brother and give him a quick kiss on the top of the head.

I look at my family, all in one room. My room.

Then I blink.

And they disappear.

I walk out of my room to see my mom rushing around for work, and my fathers in the kitchen cooking. Matthew was still sleeping.

Maybe I really am alone.

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Soo guys?? How'd you like it? Is it any good?
This was a really hard chapter to write,
Even though it super short.
Bummer.
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~Late