I run down the big big hallway, my toy story pajamas flapping as I run.
"Breakfast!!!" I yell.
I reach the staircase and go down the stairs, and into our big kitchen.
"Mama why aren't you cooking breakfast?" I ask with a saddish face.
She stands still, I touch her shoulder, it's ice cold, like she's been there for a while. I look down and see blood on the floor then I catch a glance in the toaster and see my dad. I don't turn around and I don't speak for 5 seconds then I finally speak up, "Daddy why-," I'm cut off by the sound of a sharp knife being thrown into his chest.
"I'm sorry-," He said's in pain. He drops hard on the floor. I walk over to him and see the pain in his eyes.
"Dad-dy," I say in in a scared tone.
I take moms phone off of the cold kitchen counter, and call 911. They pick up.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"My parents....they're dead."
"We'll be right there! Stay calm."
I hang up the phone and sit there for a good 7 minutes then, the cops arrived.
