I WISH

Stabbed

I came home from my friend Cassandra's house when I heard a scream. Two screams, three screams. What? Why would someone scream? I was about to unlock the door, when a knife came flying out of the window to my room. It landed a few feet away from me, and it wasn't hard to see that this, was deffinetly not a butter-knife. It was full of blood, and sticked to my fingers when I lifted it. Okaay, that wasn't too goodlooking. But, I meen, It's my own house. What could possibly go wrong? Well, exept a knife flying out a window.... But I walked in the frontdoor, and came to a bloodbath. The whole staircase was just..... blood. Voices came from upstairs. My heart was beating in my chest. I heard my mothers voice, and let out a tiny scream. Silence...they heard me. I was about to run, when I remembered, my mom was up there. I couldnt just leave her alone. But I would be stupid just standing here. So I ran outside, and tried to find a way up to my room. The tree! We had planted trees infront of all the sleepingrooms, in case of fire. That way, we could climb down, without breaking a leg. Anyway, back to escaping. I climbed the tree, but when I was halfway up, I saw a snail, and completely freeked out. I hated snails, and fell down. On the bright side, I landed on the person following after me, and knocked him out. Then I started climbing one more time. I tried to ignore all the snails, it wasn't easy, but I managed. When I came on top, I silently touched my backpoket to check if the knife was still there. Good, I could feel it. My mother was tied to a chair, her face facing me. I could see just one man. Weird. I heard three different voices just now. Thats when I realized two men climbing the tree, right beneath me. I was too shocked to be quite, and jumped in the window. I was about to stab the onely man in the room. When I felt two cold hands, locking around my wrist. The man holding me looked like he was around 30, 40 years maybe? He whispered something in my ear, I didn't understand it, but somehow it took control over my body. I mean, I could see everything, and think, but my brain was just not connected to my body. My fingers trembled, I was nervous, but as I sead, my control was gone. I couldn't do anything about it. I walked right up to her, holding the knife tight, in my right palm. The memories are blurry, but I remember her scream, the tears and the last light coming from her eyes. I wish I had control, I wish I could still see her happy and trusting eyes, while holding her warm hands. I wish I wish, but that's a problem I can never solve. The only thing I knew, was that these people were dangerous, and I had to get away from them. The last thing I remember before waking up in Kim's lap, was me jumping out the window, and running, running, running. from the thing I feared the most; DEATH...