The Missing Boy

"Your time is up." their voices echoed through her head.

"SHUT UP!" She screamed and slammed her hands down onto her desk, "Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Everyone in the class jumped and moved away from her slowly. She stood face to face with her teacher who glares at her.

"Office NOW!" He shouted. She grabbed the side of her desk and flipped it into the desk next to her then as she walked up to the front of the classroom, shoving desks and chairs out of her way. Then she walked out the door and slammed it shut. She then leaned against the door and slid down to the ground. Tears brimmed her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. She pulled herself to her feet once again, slowly.

"Your time is up..." she whispered softly. She slowly re-entered the class and stood by the door.

"Yes Jamie?" the teacher asked.

"I need my stuff Mr. Williams." She whispered softly. He pointed to her desk as she slowly walked over to it. She grabbed her backpack slowly then left the room once again. Once in the office they called her father to come get her. Once her father got there all he did was yell at her. She flinched back and looked down sadly.

"Get to the car!" he shouted. She did as told.

Later on that night Jamie's, now drunk, father shouted and screamed at her as her little brother stood at the top of the stairs.

"Go to bed James." She said softly. He shook his head softly then the drunk man turned to James. He grabbed the large stake knife from the side table and slowly walked up the stairs. Jamie ran past him and up to James. The 11 year old boy shook softly. Jamie held him tight as their father climbed up the stairs behind them.

"It's okay... It's okay... It's okay..." She repeated softly. Then their father stood behind Jamie and pulled her hair. She screamed out in pain as he cut her head off. He dropped her head in front of James and he whimpered. As his father came closer James stood up and shoved into him, pushing him down the stairs. As he moved closer to the top of the stairs and say the bloody knife drip blood as the knife sticks out of his chest. The 11 year old boy squeaks and slowly turns to his sisters body. He slowly pealed of her jacket and slipped it on. He then picked up his sisters head and placed it into his hood. He then descended the stairs and pulled the knife out of his fathers chest. He looked back up to his sisters body and wiped away a few tears.

"Goodbye Jamie." he sobbed. A soft voice spoke as he left the house, "Goodbye James..."