I was upstairs in Jonathan’s room, we were looking at the snow and the rain outside the window of our two story house. The front door slammed as mother entered the house and my brother and I went to the stairs to see what was going on; mother was holding a bottle in her left hand and she walked into the living room dragging her feet on the floor boards.
“Samantha!” father called angrily from the kitchen, he stormed into the room.
“Hello Tom.” Mother said and that was the last I heard. Jonathan put his hands over my ears so I couldn’t hear them fighting but I could tell. Mother looked at the ground looking sad, her dark brown hair falling over her eye and I thought it was over, but she looked up and punched father in the gut; I broke free of Jonathan’s grip and ran down the stairs to the phone and called the police but they didn’t answer, father doubled over mother went to get her hand gun, father stood up and went to grab the gun but she shot him in the chest. He fell and blood was all over the wooden floor, I called the police again and they answered.
“Help, mum’s got a gun and dad’s lying on the floor. There’s blood everywhere.” I yelled at the phone, I policeman said he would said he would send someone over, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. Mother had heard me and turned to me with the gun, and walked over to me.
“Put the phone down Sarah.” She said in a scary way. I shook my head and she pointed the gun at me and went to pull the trigger, Jonathan tackled her from the side and tried to get the gun off her. He got in the way as she pulled the trigger and the bullet went into his leg, he fell to the ground holding his bleeding leg screaming, she watched him as if she enjoyed seeing him in pain. I couldn’t move, I was frozen in fear as I watched my brother holding his leg and now biting his lip trying not to scream. Mother pointed the gun at me and pulled the trigger slowly, but the gun didn’t fire, she threw it away and grabbed the collar of my red woollen jumper and punched me in the jaw and then the gut. I was thrown into the ground and spat blood onto the floor, mother grabbed my neck and started to strangle me, I met her eyes with a cold stare even as I could felt my head go light and could see the world go fuzzy, then there was a bang. Mother’s dull blue eyes widened and her expression changed to shock, her grip loosened and she fell to the ground, dead, blood was welling up in the middle of her back, I looked up at Jonathan holding the gun, his leg still bleeding, his breathing heavy and shaky. I got up and went to him taking the gun from him; he collapsed to the ground but didn’t pass out, I knelt down beside him and just held him, there were sirens outside and cars pulling into the driveway, I let go of Jonathan and wiped all the finger prints off the gun with my blood stained jumper and threw it away, Jonathan leaned on me as we made our way out the back door and into the forest, leaving our old life behind.
