Through The Night

Had I done this?

I slowly crawled out of bed and headed downstairs. I kept racking my brain trying to figure out what had happened last night. I never thought there was any possibility I could ever have murdered my parents. I stopped a few feet from the doorway of the living room.
"Oh God!" I cringed against the wall, holding my stomach. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The living room floor, covered with pools of blood. The couch and furniture stained with blood. And setting on the couch In a sick array of a comfortable family were my two sisters. My twin, a sort of disproportioned mess of me. Giving me a glimpse into the future where I had been murdered. Her eyes cut out and blood seemed to ooze from her mouth as if her tongue also had been cut out. My head began to pound as I looked at Rachel and Amanda. Amanda.....only 13 years old. She sat dissarrayed on the other end of the couch. Her eyes wide in shock as someone must have sliced her throat. I swallowed the puke that had begun to come up in my mouth. I looked around, no sign of forced entry , no sign of anyone But me. I almost hit the ground running in a sort of sense as I ran out of the house.