The Bryan Chronicle

Chapter Three: Ending of The Beginning

I waited in my room until I knew that my brother and dad were sleeping to start packing. I wrapped my hand in some cloth from an old shirt and started putting things in my school bag. I didn't have to clean it out since I dropped out last month. I wen't over to my drawer and took out a notepad and pen for my things. I went down stairs quietly, trying not to wake anyone up. I noticed my spell book was still on the table. I figured it would have been burned. I grabbed it and shoved it in my bag and went to the front screen door but before I opened the door I checked my pocket for my wallet.

"Fuck!" I hissed in the dark and rubbed my face. "Damn it," I slowly headed up the stairs until I saw smoke rising from a being in the dark. I adjusted my eyes and recognized the figure as my father. To be truthful I'm not really sure why I keep calling this man my father. He wasn't my real dad. I never knew my real dad. The only reason he's in my life is because my mother's poor judgement along with the rest of the people that gave this chain smoking, fat ass custody of us... I do miss my mother though... Sorry, let me get back to this. He was smoking his gross cigarettes looking into my room. He must have gotten up seconds after I went downstairs. I wondered what he could be doing...

I watched as he entered my room from down stairs and saw he was holding a knife I almost thought it dripped. "What the hell is he doing?" I moved up the stairs to watch him more. I could here him whisper.

"You fucking satan punk, thinking you can do the fucking shit..." Yep I knew he was drunk from his terrible speech. The idiot must have not noticed the big mass of pillows wasn't part of the physical anatomy of people. He moved closer to my bed. "Not gonna be a damn antichrist!" I watched him sink his knife into my pillows and taring at my fabrics. "Huh?" He felt the torn pieces, drunkly realizing I'm not composed of cotton and turned around sharply, looking right at me in the dark. "Why aren't you in bed boy?"

I stayed still out of fear and I watched as he slowly worked his way towards me. "Why you up boy?" He said as I tried to get myself to move but I couldn't. "Bout time I got to shut ya up." He moved closer yet and I began to move back slowly.

"What's going on?" I managed to say this as I felt another stair under my foot as I made a slow decent down the stairs.

"You and your brother ain't right. You some damn devil spawn...And I ain't gonna let you get them demons in me no more." He moved closer and I could make out the reflections off of blood on his face.

"What did you do?!" I screamed as he grabbed me, making both of us trip down the stairs.

"Little asshole" He grunted as he got up, shoving his knife through my right side. I screamed but I wasn't heard.

"Help!" I screamed in despaire. I was unheard and I felt his knife go in my back and ram against my vertebra as my vision faded to black. The last thing I heard was the slamming of his boot on my neck.