The Story of MY life.

The way it happened part2

I tucked myself in my covers,smiling at the thought of seeing my dad. I drifted off into a deep sleep........I woke up, all i could hear was my breath and the faded sound of an alarm.My ears my ears ringing, ringing, and blocking out all other sound untill..."HIDEAHHHAAKH" hell like shriek faded into helpless gurgled sobbing.I felt warm tears on my cheeks, "momm"I sobbed I didn't know what to do. I tiptoed out of my room and my door. I peaked over the stair railing. "Ma ma help me!" I was screaming in my head, even though....... obviously she could not. A cold chill ran throughout my body and stuck. What I saw I never forgot for the rest of my life, down stairs was my mom lying on the floor,eyes open in terror , mouth parted open slightly, and worst of all a pool of red, foul, and thick blood was flowing out of her back. I almost could not stop myself from screaming bloody murder. "Creeeeeeeeaaak "I heard a door being opened, then closed. I felt so much hatred fill me up. so much that it hurt, suddenly I wasn't afraid and  I walked down the stairs,I peeked out from behind  my wall, splatered with blood. I saw him. A man with dark brown hair and a black sweat suit holding a bag, rumaging through my things and his hand was a shiny jet black gun. I silently  crept into the kitchen and took something mom told me not to tuch, something I needed. Just holding it made me shiver in fear of how wrong it felt. I snuk behind him. the sound of him rumaging hid my breathing and footsteps. I gripped it hard in my hand and slowly stuck into him I squeezed my eyes shut as he let out a gasp and fell to the floor,I opened my eyes and slowly glanced down. He was bleeding. bleeding so much. his eyes, and his eyes so cold and dead.  but then I remembered why. "mom" I whispered, I dragged him in the basement and then went back to my mom. I had seen her lie down many times before, napping, stargazing, and with me. but that would never happen again. she was dead. My mom is gone. I stuck my hand in her pocket and pulled out her phone and called 911. then I  locked the door behind me, I laid  down and cried my heart out, you probably know what happened next, police arrived, blah, blah, went to live with my dad, blah, blah, counsling and therapy blah, blah ,balh,blah and I never saw my mom again. that's how this story begins. welcome to the life of Hunter Marie Trobat, My life.

Note from the author: This story is not based on anyone. It is a fictional story. There is nothing sexual, mabe kissing in the future of the story. Anyway I hope you enjoy this book/series.

by: Leah