I was adopted. I never knew my real mother. Well I knew her at one time but I was too little to remember. Anyway,I lived my adopted family. Let me tell you a bit about them: First there's mom. I never really called her that, mostly just by her first name; Janice. She never really noticed either way, she was a very kind woman. I loved to just lay my head on her lap, while she tickled my back with her nails. I think she's the one that recommended my adoption in the first place. Then there's dad, or Richard. The most noticeable attribute of dad was his unmoving sternness. He wasn't afraid to pop one if his children when they did something wrong. I found that out before i could use the restroom properly. Well I'm in line, and its because of his methods. I tried referring to him as dad in a desperate attempt to gain his affection......it didn't work. I think no matter what he would never love me as much as his own child, which was understandable so I didn't press the matter. Last there's Emily. I liked to refer to her as my little sister. We were about the same age at the time of my adoption but she was slightly older. When I was really young, we were short on bedrooms. Since I didn't want to sleep by myself in the living room I had a bed next the hers on the floor. That is we're I've slept since. I didn't mind though because I enjoyed being with her, I've always also felt very protective of my little sis. We everything change on that horrible Wednesday night. I was napping on the couch when I herd the screen door open. That's when i knew it was wens day. I'm normally not very good at telling what time it is, actually my sense of time was horrible. Although I knew it was Wednesday because Emily had just came home from her church gathering. I woke up and walked from the living room and into the kitchen. Emily hugged me, followed by Janice. Janice ruffled my hair and said playfully:"Have a good nap?" I snorted in a way that clearly meant I was teasing back. "Don't you snort at your mother like that!" Richard snapped as he slammed the door shut and hung his coat on the knob. "I was clearly joking..." I growled under my breath. He mustn't have heard me because I wasn't smacked. I followed Emily to her Erin as she told me about her day, you know; typical teenage girl stuff. I didn't talk, just listened so she would feel good. Then she suggested that we watch some television. I jump on the couch as she grabbed the remote. Emily was the kind of girl that instead of watching cartoon rather watch discovery. I didn't mind because I liked those. Actually, those a we're the only channels that could hold my attention. We watched until the sun went down. Janice came up behind the couch and said:" It's past your bedtime. Turn off the tv and go to bed. You too." She pointed at me playfully. As we walked down the the hall I couldn't shake the feeling........that something...wasn't right. She turned out the light and she crawled into her bed. Just as she did I caught the slightest movement out the window in the corner of my eye. When I redirected my line of sight to the window what I thought I saw was gone. I stayed awake for my sisters sake. All the while I could smell the feint stench of sweat.....and blood. Every once and a while simple sound would come from outside the window. Twigs snapping....leaves crunching......clothes jostling together. After awhile the noises subsided and the smell left my nose. No long after I began to drift off the sleep,when I herd a very large CRASH from the other side of the house. "There's someone in the house!" I barked with all my adrenaline coursing through me. "WAKE UP!" I shrilly pleaded with Emily. When she did I quickly ran to my parents room. Dad........da was dead. His throat was sliced open...and ga....gaping. Blood was pooling from the bed and making a puddle on the floor near the door of my moms room. On the other side of it stood a man. I..I don't feel comfortable calling it that. His eyes were large, beady. He was styling a beard that was badly unkempt and dripping with blood. When he saw me he smiled with a set of crooked yellow teeth. I was confused, I thought I was going to die. Then she turned away as if I wasn't even there. I watched as her shouldered through the door that was my moms only protection. I was watched as he rose the huge razor blade that he obviously neglected to use properly. I watched as he sliced her open, and tore her to shreds. Then I heard something. The last thing I wanted to hear. It was Emily's scream from behind me. He looked up from my butchered mother and turned towards her. She ran down the hallway and he quickly began walking towards her. I barked and shrilled and crude all the while. He mustn't take her.....NOT HER. Why was she still here?! Had she not assessed the situation and ran. Apparently not because now.....now she was dead.....and I am alone. I expected him to kill her like the rest but he just grabbed her arm and yanked her as to make sure she knew that her was in charge. He dragged her towards the door. As he walked by me I backed against the wall and whimpered "Why?!?" He only Responded only by taking his free hand and placing it on my head. "Good boy." He said in a deep hoarse voice. Then he walked out the door and slammed it shut. Now I'm alone. I alone sitting in the same house with my mutilated parents left to starve. He is out there with her....doing who knows what to her. I can't do anything about it. I would but I CAN'T. I would chase after them in a heart beat but I CAN'T. I just sit here staring at the door. Then I look down at my paws......if only I could open doors.......
