"The rain poured a little softer as the punches got harder. The screams filled the living room as did the blood. Her brown hair now had a red tint to it as she fought for her life. Her brother sat in the closet, 911 on the phone.
"The man above her was doing everything he could to try and kill her. The anger he felt was outstanding. He believed he had every reason to hate her. Every detail about her pissed him off. He knew he had a good reason for the beatings. He just knew.
"The little boy in the closet was still speaking to the 911 operator. The woman on the line kept repeating questions. Eventually, he stopped answering. He just shook with fear but if he did answer the lady, his voice remained calm. He could of course hear the screams. His sister was being beat to death, and there was nothing he could do.
"The screams grew quieter as the sirens came to sound. The man jumped off her and ran upstairs. When he came back down, the rifle in his hand was fully loaded and aimed at the girl lying on the floor. She was barely alive and was fighting to stay alive.
"The police broke down the door. The man moved toward the girl and the cops pulled out their pistols. Shots were fired off. Between 10 and 15, the neighbors had said. The man lay in cold blood next to the girl. Their blood mixed and swirled.
"The police pulled the boy gently out of the closet. He screamed at all the blood. At how it was so unfair. He was her brother and he let her die. He threw himself on top of her body, crying. He wasn't ready to bury her. He wasn't ready at all.
"The cops had asked the boy multiple questions, not getting a single answer. They knew the boy was not the reason for either deaths. The boy blamed himself, and he needed to go to a nice home and talk it out.
"The next day when the cop went up to the room he was staying at with him, the boy was not there. He went and looked out the open window. He would not have jumped from the second floor. The bathroom was the next best shot. There were pills on the ground. The tub was filled with cold water. No other signs of the boy.
"He was not in the kitchen, living room, or dining room. The cop checked the basement. The door was opened, and blood covered the stairs. The cop calmly followed the trail. He found the boys body hanging from the ceiling in a corner. Dripping with water. Skin a light purple. Foam coming out of his mouth. His head was bleeding, blood running down his back.
"They eventually ruled it a suicide, but the cop always thought there was something more to the kid. The boy had no reason to live, but he had no reason to die either. A year after working the case as a reopened case, on the exact date of the boys 'suicide' the cop committed suicide the same way the boy did. As did all the people that lived in the house after the cop."
"That's a horrible story!!" Amber Morgan said, she looked up at her older brother and shook slightly.
"Too bad it's true, huh?" He left her in her room to think of all the events in the story.
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In the middle of the night, the girl opened her window. Her room was on the second floor. She quietly crept to the bathroom. She filled the tub with cold and shoved a few pills in her mouth, some ending up on the floor. She layed herself in the cold water. She eventually got out and made her way to the basement...
