I knew I wouldn't get far without a weapon. I grabbed my pen, and then walked up Mommy's room. "Get off!" Mommy sounded distressed... I was so scared, I don't know how to describe it. I had to save Mommy, but Daddy is bad...
I walked in, and said, with my voice cracking, "Leave Mommy alone!" I gripped my pen. Daddy looked back at me, and I saw something that wasn't even Daddy. I saw... A Creature. Not Daddy. "Get a-away f-f-From M-Mommy..." I mumbled, shaking. He then started to grab Mommy by her neck. "No! Mommy!" I tried to pull Daddy away from Mommy. "Leave Mommy alone! No! Mommy's Hurting! Stop!" I felt tears fill my eyes, but he kicked me back, and I fell on my head.
I got up as fast as I could. I looked at Mommy. She wasn't moving. Suddenly, I knew what had happened. I knew what I had to do. I had to make Daddy feel how Mommy felt. Daddy has to feel what Mommy felt.
He tried to grab me, but I jabbed the pen into his art with full force. "YOU HURT MOMMY!" I cried. He dropped me, and breathed in sharply. "Why would you d-do this?" I mumbled, tears flowing down my face. "Mommy doesn't deserve to be hurt... you do. Mommy..." He grabbed a thing, and then he put it to the bed, and then it was on fire. "NO! MOMMY!" I quickly ran to his leg, jabbed it in, and shoved him onto the bed. He screamed, as he tried to escape the bed, but he tangled himself in the burning sheets. I slowly backed away, and then called, "Mommy! Get out! Fire is hot! Fire hurts!" I kept calling, over, and over, but I began to feel hot, and the fire crept closer. I ran away, crying. I ran out of the house, and sat on the other side of the street, as it started to drizzle. Smoke started to emit from the house. I looked at the house. "Mommy... you need to leave. The fire hurts." I said.
I sat there, rain soaking me, watching the house burn down. I cried the entire time. Nobody came the entire time it burned down. I stood up, and once it finally went out, I walked to the black rubble and white ash. "M-mommy?" I called. I walked into the black, staining char, black dust rubbing onto my leggings. "Mommy!? Daddy?!" I called. I kept calling, until I saw someone looking at me. I ran away, and I kept running. Mommy had to be somewhere else. I knew she had to be. She has to be. There is no other way. Mommy isn't an alcoholic, she knows it's bad, and she knows fire is bad. Mommy knows what's good and bad. She knows Fire is bad. She ran away. Mommy is smart. Mommy will find me.
Mommy will find me.
