I hear whispering, grunting, even threats being thrown into the cold air as if it were nothing. My eyes were wide, lips parted, body trembling. Trying to move was damn hard, I couldn't find my place.
"G-go... Get Mark--" I begin to say, seeing him already on the last few steps.
"Who are they?" Mark asks in irritation, running over to us.
I was surprised he was taking this all oh so lightly. But as the oldest, I knew I had to do something. Just so that if today were our last day, I'd be known for trying.
Taking a deep, well needed breath. I rose from the couch slowly, taking slow and quite steps towards the kitchen. I can still hear the men outside, trying to pry their way in. Knowing there wouldn't be much time left, I sprinted to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and I started along the walls.
Always best to keep your back against the wall, you never know if they'll attack from behind. My tactics were rusty, hard to even recall in fact. As I made my way back to the living room I heard the door crack and swing open and I instantly hide myself in the shadows, gripping the knife tightly in my hand.
"Is this even the right house..." The taller man groaned and examined the paintings on the walls. He had a wide frame. Slouch was highly visible and his hair was frizzy. Sagging and all, sporting red colors. Gang members...
"Boss gave me the address, I'd think so." the other man replied, scratching his head with his other hand... Holding a rifle. This one had brown hair, long too. Looked to be Mexican, but could also be mixed. His hair looked greasy and it made my stomach queasy.
That's what made my breath hitch in my throat. I swallowed loudly and blinked a few times, thinking this was a bad dream-- but it wasn't. And I knew that damn well.
"Maybe their stash is in the kitchen." The man with the rifle suggested and started making his way.
I began to stalk along the walls towards the living room, seeing that Jaylen was already making her way upstairs with Mark in her arms. What a relief.
I hand signaled for her to go for the phone and to call the girls. We developed a secret language that only the both of us knew over the years. It took a while to memorize but hey, we made it work. And it is very useful.
The sound of glass breaking rang in my ears and I flinched slightly, trying to get a good look of what they were trying to do. Wow. They're tearing the kitchen apart. Great, you know how much that must've cost my parents to renovate the kitchen? Inconsiderate assholes-- anyway.
"Where the hell could it be!?" The man in red shouted, shattering my mothers wedding wineglass.
That grinds my gears.
Slowly, and stealthily I made my way towards the entrance of the kitchen, knuckles white from gripping the knife too tight.
Anger was surging through me as their chaos came clearer into view. They didn't notice me. Backs faces to me and on the floor, I saw another knife. Sharper than the one I was holding and I felt something. Something in me-- shifted. I felt alive, I felt alert, I felt good. Like a huge wave of adrenaline washed over me and I dove for it gracefully, not making a sound. And once I did, I pressed my back onto the island cabinet. Not being seen from either one of them. I waited and waited till I heard shuffling coming from both sides of the island and I licked my lips... Holding both the knives up and I closed my eyes. Timing. Timing is very important. And it has to be precise. One wrong move and you're in deep shit.
Few more shuffles... Grumbling and... BAM. I spun around and stood up from my hiding spot and flung the knives at their necks. To my luck... It hit them, right where I wanted them to be hit. Their eyes were wide, almost as wide as mine. My eyes went from the man with the rifle to the others. They were spewing blood, choking on it. Secretly... It brought pleasure to me. But I quickly shook it off. They began to sink to the floor and I took a step back, trying to get a good view of both of them.
"...wrong house, wrong time." I whispered lowly.
When they finally closed both their eyes I began to search their clothes, finding two wallets. I sat down across from both the limp body's and opened one of them, taking the stash of money and stuffing it in my pockets. Still searching I found an ID.
"Ed Martinez... Hm." I mumbled under my breath, looking at the man with the rifle who's claimed to be Ed.
Pathetic.
I searched more till the wallet was empty and what laid on the floor was torn lotto tickets and a few gift cards. Probably stolen.
I grabbed the other wallet and rummaged through that one, grabbing the ID first.
"Marcelo Salas." I chuckled a bit and shook my head, throwing the card away and took his money. I continued to empty out his wallet till a picture fell out and landed on the floor, face down. Tilting my head I set the wallet down, grabbing the photo and examined it.
Must've been his family. Marcelo was in it, along with four other people. Mom, dad, two sisters. The thing that was off about it was that his mom and sister had a cross on their faces. Why would he cross them out? Maybe they were killed? Who knows, can't ask him now.
Confused, I set the photo down gently and got up, walking away from the mess I just made moments ago and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the lights and looked at myself... For the longest time. Blood splattered on my face, littering my shirt and arms. It put me in shock. Leaning in closer, I gripped the edges of the sink and watched a few drops of blood drip down my face. I blinked a few times and began to tremble. What did I just do? What just happened? I took a step back and shook my head, losing my self for a bit.
"Oh god... I just-- I just killed.. Oh my god..." I whispered hoarsely, gripping my shirt.
Moments later I felt my knees give in, and I found myself on the floor of the bathroom, staining the beautifully white tiles. My cheeks turned hot and wet. I'm crying. Lovely.
My chest started tightening and I didn't know what to do. Everything was building up and everything was getting blurry. Oh fuck. My anxiety is winning. I reached for the door and hoisted myself up and attempted to walk. Momentarily falling again. I yelped and curled into a ball, hyperventilating.
"Jay--Jay!" I coughed and shivered, slowly... Slowly letting the attack consume me as I heard rushing footsteps from upstairs. Coming nearer and nearer.
My vision blurred again and I tried to refocus but it was damn hard. I felt myself leave my body. Everything was so distant. Later, I heard more footsteps, like a crowd.
"Is she okay!?"
"Oh my god, maya!"
Was all I heard before everything went black.
