My heart raced as I hear yelling coming from outside my older brother's now empty room. I could hear my mother screaming at the top of her lungs and I could hear my father's hits even louder. Suddenly I hear a large thud hit the floor. I look around frantically to see if my father was coming for me. I didn't hear anything suddenly an echoing knock erupted on the door. "QUINN! I know you're in there!" My father yells I look around the room for an escape and there wasn't any. "What are you doing here?" I hear my dad talking to someone outside the door. I press my ear to the door and listen. "What did you do?" I could hear my brother's voice. I quickly open the door and see my brother's very concerned eyes then my father holding a gun. I begin to panic I look around the room to see if I could find my mother. There she was with a knife in her stomach and bruises all over her face and exposed skin. I turn to my mother I begin to walk over to her but my father turns quickly and points the gun at me. "Don't move Quinn." he says I look at my mother and I begin to cry. "Dad mom is dying I need to help her." I plead with him but it falls on deaf ears. I look at my brother and he gives me a look to keep talking to my father. "Dad look at me.." he looks at me but his eyes were strange like he wasn't human anymore. "I know you made a mistake and I know you were just so frustrated." I say as he nods. "She made me do it!" he says I nod as my brother charges my father tackling him to the ground. They roll around on the ground with the gun and I run to my mother. I look over her limp body and I can only see the knife injury. "Mom? Mom come on wake up!" I shake her vigorously but she just lays there. BANG!
I shoot up in bed sweating I look over to the clock and it reads 3 am. I get up out of bed and walk quickly to my front door I check the locks. I place my hand on the knob and test it three times I rest my head against the door. I haven't had that dream in a while. I walk back to my bedroom and turn on the light. If I am not going to sleep I might as well do something productive. I grab out my journal and a pen. I open the notebook to the next empty page. I date it 02/13/15 and write It's back.
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Breathe (Tom Hanson 21 Jump Street)
Fanfiction"Say it." Tom says pushing me against the wall hard. I didn't want to submit to him I want to stand my ground. He takes my wrist and pulls them behind my back holding them tightly. His lips come to the side of my face. "I know you want me." He whisp...
