My AMAZING Life

The Great Escape

This is my story. It’s sad, happy, adventurous, scary, and amazing all at the same time. Mhmmm…Where should I start? Hmm…let’s start with some background information.

My name is Christiana Adeline Miller. But people call me Christy. I am now 36 and I don’t have very long to live. Now let’s start at the beginning…question is what is the beginning? Ummm…let’s start from the first bad thing. I was…13? 14? No. I was 12 years old when it all started. This is how it went…

“Christy! Get up!!!” I heard a voice call out. I was still too sleepy to know who it was.

“Christy!!!” as I hear the voice again I realize that it’s my mom shaking me awake.

“What’s wrong?” My brother who was 15 at the time asked bursting into my room.

“Your dad…he has gone crazy I don’t know what’s wrong with him but…”she stopped as she turned to him. The look on his face said something was very wrong.

“Oh my god! Did he do that to you?!?!?!” my brother screamed.

“Do what?!?!?” I asked scared. She turned to me and I was speechless at first then I screamed loud. She covered my mouth.

“Shhhh he might find us. Let’s go.” She said.

“No mommy you need to go to a hospital”

“I need to be sure you’re safe. Derick take your sister to…” she trailed off as she realized he wasn’t here anymore. She ran down the stairs screaming his name then stopped still when she heard a loud bang and my dad scream “WHERE ARE THEY!?!?!?!?!” Then she continued to run down the stairs.

“What am I doing?” I asked myself as I headed down the stairs slowly. What I saw was horrifying. My brother was against the wall and my father was going after him with a knife. Just as he was going to stab Derick my mom jumped on my father’s back veering him away from Derick. My father knocked my mother against a wall and turned around and stabbed her. Repeatedly. I screamed. My father turned around from stabbing my mom who was just barely leaving and started heading for me. I froze in my spot not believing what I saw then my brother tackled my dad and screamed: “Christy get out of here!”

“But---but mommy” I looked at my mom.

“Christy go…” she said trailing off and dying I wish she hadn’t I didn’t believe it at first…

“MOMMY!!!!” I screamed crying.

“Christy go NOW!” Derick screamed.

And I did I ran and ran until I felt like my legs might fall off. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the police station and I ran to it screaming for help. I ran in there and I screamed:

“My name is Christiana Adeline Miller and my father has just killed my mother and I think he might kill my brother!!!”

They stared at me in shock. I was shocked I could say that without crying. Then one of them came up to me (she was a lady and very nice to me and her name was Victoria I read her name tag) and asked me where they were and I told them my address then a good amount of them headed out. I guess from all the running I was so tired and exhausted that I fainted. When I woke up I was in the questioning room. I know because I saw it once on CSI while watching it with my mom. My mom…she’s dead and I watched her get killed. Why didn’t I do anything? Why didn’t I try to save her? Maybe the shock from it happening got to me and I stopped in my tracks. I don’t know all I know is that I should have done something to help. Someone came inside the room taking me away from my thoughts. I thought it would be that lady that came up to me earlier instead it was someone else. I think she was the chief from her badge. We stayed quiet for a while then she finally spoke.

“Your mom is dead. Your brother is in the hospital. And your dad is missing…he got away and killed 4 of my men.”

“Did he get Victoria?”

“Who? Oh Vicky…yes.”

Ugh! Why does my father have to take away people in my life!?!?!?! This is so frustrating!!!! I just want to find him and put him in a jail cell to rot myself!

“But trust me we will find him and put him in jail for his crimes” she said as if reading my thoughts.

“Would you like to go with your brother to the hospital?”

“Yes please.”

I fell asleep in the car on the way to the hospital. I don’t remember the last time I went to the hospital…I guess that’s a good thing. The last time I remember hearing about someone in my family going to the hospital was last year. It was my grandma we didn't see her often and I had always wondered why. We were going to go visit her when on the way my dad got a call from the doctor that she had died. My father stood there expressionless as he turned the car around to go home. I didn't question it I figured he didn't want us to see her like that. When we got the invitation to her funeral I was sad but happy at the same time. I was going to see my grandma but in a casket...The funeral date came and went but we didn't go? Now I was confused. Why didn't we go to grandmas funeral? She was grandma and dad's mom. Right? I don't know what to believe anymore.

As I wake up the hospital doesn't look as I remembered. As I let my eyes open and adjust. I let out a scream.

                                                                    I was in my house.