No One Can Help You

CH1: Welcome To My Hell

*I will try my best to write so bare with me. 😛
I can't write very good but I will try so beware of my mistakes and shit. Good luck! You're gonna need it**

Sometimes I visualize where I will live and what it would look like. A small, two floor house in the woods but not to far away from town but just close enough. Peace and quiet is what I like, but it didn't last long when I was a kid. I think I was eight, though it was kind of a blur to me. There was a robbery at my house while I was babysitting my little brother. Mom and dad were out of town on a date, something I suggested they should do since they haven't gotten time lately.

At this time Travis, my little brother, just turned three. I know what you're thinking, "Why would any decent parents an eight year old to take care of her three year old brother?!" Well, my parents were pretty chill and I would say somewhat irresponsible but they did take very good care of me and Travis.

But anyway, it was around 7 or 8 at night. Mom had told me to keep a gun close by just in case. It was a 9mm. it was heavy but I think I could handle it. Travis was crawling around for some reason just going in circles. I laughed at his silliness.

Then I heard a noise coming downstairs, I turned off the lights and told Travis to keep quiet. He may be young but he can understand some of the gestures that I make. I took him in the closet and told him not to move. He nods and just sits there.

I peeked my head out of the door but didn't see anything. So I started walking slowly towards the stairs trying not to make a sound. I heard things fall over and break, he may be a thief but he is a clumsy one that's for sure.

I make my way downstairs, it was like the thief was drunk. I now see him. He was in the living room it seemed that he was looking for something. The gun was already ready and all I needed to do was pull the trigger.

I hid the gun behind me and pretended that I just woke up and said, "Excuse me sir." He looked at me shocked. He smiled and knelled down to my heifht.

"What are you doing if I may ask?" I rubbed my eyes so that it looks like I was tried. He patted my head.

"You should be in bed missy, whatcha doing up?" He seemed nice but I'm not going to take any chances with a burglar.

"I wanted a cookie and..." I trailed off and then yawned to fake my sleepiness. I rise the gun up to him and he started backing up.

Idiot. I can just kill him right now but I won't maybe I will who knows. I pull the trigger but nothing happened. I shake it trying to make it work again. Mom never taught me if the gun broke.

The man smiled but something was wrong. He attacked me but I didn't know what happened after after that. I woke up on the floor I looked at myself to see if he did anything to me. I saw a cuts on my arms but it started healing quickly.

I then remember Travis, I ran up the stairs to find him sleeping in the closet. Good thing he wasn't hurt.

And so my life went on but then my dad died in a car crash. And it was just me, mom, and Travis. Mom made me take dozens of lessons of different things. Karate, piano, guitar, cooking, all kinds of lessons! But I guess they came in handy.

Soon my mom died as well so I was to take care of Travis. We manage to make a living from our grandparents, we had a house of our own and they would pay for it.

The point I'm trying to make is that on that day something changed. I don't know what but I just feel different. Travis notice it too but I told him not to worry.

Oh that's right, I never told you my name did I? Well my name is Kana Kane. I know its a weird name but some people just call me Kit cause I'm very small. (kinda like Ed from FMA)

And today I have school. Wish me luck on trying to survive. Welcome to my hell.