Chapter 2 ; What Now?

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I don't know where I'm going to go. I'd rather live alone in sorrow then be sent to live with people that I never even met, people who don't love me or know me. As I kept running I heard a familiar voice, it sounded like the voice on the phone. And then I heard that name. If echoed in my head; Joann. I also noticed that I was by my home. There I saw them, two about 6ft tall men, with a white t-shirt with speaks of red on it, gloves, and Joann. Joann was a slender women, she looked very familiar, she wasn't as nice as she was on the phone either she was bossy and, she had on a blouse and shorts. I ran up to my house and hid behind a fence to spy. "Joann, we shouldn't have did this" said the men. "Well she shouldn't of did that". Then i heard the words "So you kill her family" , and that's when I knew. Joann was a lie a fraud. As I tip--toed away I creeped into the back sliding door of my home. There I saw them. Lying on the cold bare floor like they were garbage but to me they were treasure. I saw our dogs too, lying on the floor next to them.. Alive. We had a happy family including; my brother (Xavier) my mom (Paula) my four dogs (Tip, Chance, Sarah, and Chief.) oh and me. Xavier was 14, my mom was 33, Tip was 2, Chance was 1, Sarah was 10, and Chief was 8. I was astonished by the fact that my 4 huge dogs didn't attack. I knelt down and hugged my bloody mom and brother. But first, I ran and locked the front door pushing everything in front of it, closing all the windows, letting no light in and, barricading every door ad window. Afterward, I ran and got rags and everything and cleaned the mess up. Why didn't I call the police? You say. What were they going to do, take their bodies and bury them then send me to a foster home. As I looked into my mothers eyes I remembered all the memories we had together; going shopping, going to the beach, car rides and going out to eat. Everything was gone now though. As rubbed my eyes I began to think, maybe this is all a dream. Maybe, if I go to sleep ill wake up and my mom will be yelling "Breakfast time, Jonesy." I know it was a foolish thought but I had nothing else to do, nothing to live for. I know my family wouldn't want me to act like this but I loved living with them in my ranch house in Kentucky. I finished cleaning my family and putting fresh clothes on then I began cleaning up The mess, I ripped up all the carpet and threw it in the closet, then I bathed the dogs and laid down with my mom sitting next to me and my brother on the opposite side. "What shall we watch" the voice of my mother in my head said. Then, everything went black and i was sleep.

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