I dread my upcoming appointment. I don't want to share my thoughts. I don't want people to know how I feel. I don't want to discuss what happened.
It's Friday now. The day I've been dreading. I walk in the room and take a seat.
"So are you ready to talk about it?" Anna, my therapist asks me. I'll never be ready.
"Sure" I mumble.
She stares at me waiting for me to speak.
The memories are fresh in my mind but I don't want to say them. I don't want to admit that it really happened.
"Chloe? You're crying, is everything okay?" Anna says interrupting my thoughts.
"I'm fine- I'm just, just thinking about what happened. I begin to tell her the story.
"Bye Taylor!" I get out of her car and walk up to my door. I waved goodbye as they drive away.
I turn the knob and push open the door. I walk inside. I go upstairs and head to my room. As I am walking past my brother's room I heard muffled screams.
A feeling of worry settles over me.
My palms are sweaty. My heart is racing. I slowly peek inside.
A man is standing in there in all black with a mask covering his face. He holds a knife that is covered in blood. He is repeatedly stabbing my little brother.
Blood is gushing out of his little body. He is trying to scream but his mouth is covered. He looks so helpless.
"STOP!" I scream. He looks up at me pointing the knife at me. Then he takes a step towards me. My heart is racing. "HELP HELP" I scream. He runs towards me pointing the knife at me. I run as fast as I can.
I gotta warn my parents and call the police. I run to their room to find them. They are laying on their bed with blood everywhere. They had been stabbed to death.
I can't stop crying. Tears blur my vision. I stumble out of their room. Suddenly I remembered my brother and the killer who was chasing me. His footsteps coming closer every second.
I was run as fast as I can. Downstairs and out the front door. I run down the street not wanting to put my neighbors in danger and wanting to be farther away.
I am suddenly very glad I took track because I'm a pretty fast runner.
I run a few more minutes. I see Starbucks and hurry inside. My heart is racing. I pull out my phone and notice I'm shaking. Then I call 911. I hope that they can save my brother, yet I fear it is too late.
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One Way Ticket-Ethan Dolan
FanfictionWhat happens when everything you love is taken away from you. You are forced to live with someone you hardly know. You cry yourself to sleep each night. You remember the happier days. And you just wish you could just be happy again.
