Ellie

Chapter One

Exactly 3 minutes and 5 seconds ago I saw my parents laying in bed, and they weren't alive. Now this is what is happening.

If I move he'll spot me and then he will kill me, I could go outside to get help but that would be me just flirting with death. I don't think there is any way out except letting it kill me, and I don't really want to die so I should scream but sadly that would do me no use because he already got my parents and they won't hear me scream anymore. The best thing I can do right now is just lay down like theres nothing there, cause if he knows i'm awake theres no going back, I should take a run for it but have to think about this.I remember that my phone is sitting on my dresser about 2 inches away from me.If I can reach it without him seeing me, I could possibly make it through this. I hear his footsteps walking from my closet and going closer to my bed. I can't believe that this is happening, I don't think I have totally taken in the fact that my parents are lying dead face-down on their bed. I will never see them blink their own little unique eyes at me again. No more wonderful memories with them anymore, not even the bad memories. I wish it could be me instead of them. They could start a new life again, have another kid, they were young and still had a lot of life in them. If this is God's plan though, I must accept it. He bends down to look under the bed and thats when I do it. I whack him hard, right in the back of the head with the heel of my foot, not enough to where I could kill him though. I don't take any chances, I grab my phone and leap off my bed. I am running faster than I ever thought I could run. I reach the hallway and I hear him get up and groan. I make a terrible screaming noise and quickly dial 9-1-1. I call them and as I do i'm running so fast I can hear my heartbeat, is that even normal, anyways so Im running and running and haven't even had the chance to look back. My house is like a maze since I just moved in so I head into a room that has stairs leading into a basement which is really creepy and i'm scared but the fear fades away quickly because of all this adrenaline I have. As I am opening the door to the basement I grab a knife and stick it into my pocket. Then I reach for a big metal rod and stick it in the door handles so he cant open the door easily. I am racing down the stairs and at the fourth step I fall! Out of everything in the world that could happen I freaking FALL!! URG, but there is no time for getting mad. I reach the end of the stairs and there I see something and I don't think its good.

Oh my gosh! I can't even see anything, and the thing I saw a few minutes ago was probably just my imagination. I pray that I can make it out alive, then the police finally pick up the phone and they start to say "Hello 9-1-1 how can we-" then my phone dies and I'm hoping that even if you hang up on 9-1-1 they come to your house, is true. I'm slightly doubting it though.

I hear a loud "THWACK" at the basement door and another two. The door is breaking open! I don't know why he hasnt given up on me already. I didn't even see his face! Why is this so important to him? Suddenly I hear him mumble a curse word and...Wait, I know that voice! It is the scratchy, low voice of my Uncle Bryan. I would never forget that drunk voice. Last week him and dad got in a huge fight about him drinking and dad was worried he was going to do something he could never take back. I hear another loud noise but it wasn't the same as the door. It sounds like he just passed out against the door!

Two minutes later, there isn't a sound except for Uncle Bryan's low snoring.I hear the sirens going off and a barely audible noise from outside. The police must be here and they will arrest Uncle Bryan and possibly execute him. The same Uncle Bryan that used to toss me around in the pool and let me ride the lawn mower with him. If he wouldnt of started drinking again last year, none of this would've happened. Now I will lose my mom, dad and uncle! Who am I going to live with. How am I going to do well in school without mom to help out every night. Or without dad calming me down and telling me that school and everything I do will be worth it in the end. The last thing I will remember from Uncle Bryan is that he tried to kill me and killed my parents. I wonder what he will think when he wakes up in the morning.