Unlucky Soul

Chapter One

PROLOGUE 

I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling when i hear a high pitched scream. It echos through the halls. Then I hear a loud bang followed by a thud. 

My heart starts to race. What is going on? I think, jumping out of bed, and following the sounds to their source.

I run as fast as my legs will allow. Turning the corner to the living room, my heart stops.

Lying slumped on the floor, with a pool of blood around them was my mother, her unblinking eyes staring into space.

 Watching her unmoving body a few feet away was my father, a small gun in his hand.

My throat closes up, and suddenly, breathing seems impossible. It takes me what seems like hours to move, my mind swirling with thoughts of oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! This can't be happening! "Mom no!" I shout starting to run towards her. No, no, no, no, n-

My thoughts are interrupted by a loud cry of "GO BACK TO SLEEP!" 

I stop dead in my tracks, frozen like a deer in headlights. I turn to face my father, his dark brown shaggy hair covering a lot of his craze struck eyes. He still has his gun in hand, but this time it is aimed at me.

"I'll say it one more time," he says slowly, "GO BACK TO SLEEP!"

My body shivers with fear so i do as told, rushing back to my room. I grab my phone, call 911, and explain my situation. 

The police arrive ten minutes later, arrest my father, and pull me aside for questioning.

"What's your name kid?" asks a short female police officer, with a blonde ponytail and a round face.

I wipe my tear streaked face, take a deep breath and reply with as much strength as I can muster. "Mary-Katherine"

Actual chapter one

-Two years later-

I shift a little in my seat. Airplanes always remind me of how vulnerable I was two years ago , when my father pointed that gun at me screaming at me to go back to sleep. It's kind of the same that way. When you're in the air  there's nothing you can do but hope that nothing goes wrong, and that you don't crash. Standing there with my father made me hope he didn't shoot.

I reach into my light brown book bag and pull out my phone. I've had this thing forever, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I go to the gallery and start scrolling through the pictures. One is a selfie of me and my mother. We're holding up orange Popsicles and sporting smiles as big and bright as the sun. My mother was a beautiful woman, with long brown hair up to her back, tan skin, full lips, and eyes that were the most caring and comforting thing in the world. Don't mean to sound shallow, but it makes me wonder what someone like her would be doing with my father. A tall, pale man with dark-almost black- brown hair, a beard and wrinkles covering most of his face. It also makes me wonder how I ended up with bright blonde hair. 

I keep probing through the pictures, through the memories of our family before everything spiraled down the drain.  Suddenly a crackle comes to life and what seems to be the pilots muffled but audible voice, shoots from all speakers. 

"Attention passengers we will be arriving to the Ames Municipal Airport shortly. Please buckle up and prepare for landing. The airplane staff will assist you with anything  needed. Thank you" There was a short ear piercing ring as the P.A system was shut off.