The Perfect Murder

I sit there and stare at everybody while they talk and drink amongst themselves. 'ugh they disgust me' I said to myself. I walked off without being bothered to make my leaving noticed. I may be only 13 but I know a few things that they dont, like for instance, that there was a secret chamber in between the kitchen and under my room. Hidden by a bunch of meat hanging in the freezer.

I strided into the courtyard and sat myself on a bench staring out onto the neighborhood. A bunch of children were playing with each other while I was stuck in the gate accompanied by only the few angel statues in the courtyard. 5 to be exact. I got up and slipped on the ice. "ouch!" I cried out. Those are the first words I've said in a whole month.

"you okay?" said a faintly familiar voice. I opened my eyes to see a light headed boy about my age. He was wearing earmuffs with a mint green strip on them. He couldn't have looked even more perfect. I just nodded. He extended his hand. I think to help me up. I gratefully took his hand and he pulled me up but instead. Of being perfectly fine I couldn't stand on one leg. Ouch.

Instead of abandoning me like everybody else would have he helped me inside.

Everybody stopped drinking and laughing when they saw me..I mean us. My father grimaced and said, "Emili.what do you think your doing." he said softly before turning to the boy. Before he could say anything I piped up "I think I broke my leg. He was just helping me. I called for help." my father considered this and shrugged. "Alright now, off to your room" he said simply and then finishing his drink. I almost cried. Almost. Then,Felix I think it was, helped me to my room.

Later on a doctor came to check on my leg. Yup. Broken. So now I have to stay in bed. But now I have a perfect motive to get revenge on my damned mother and father and everyone else that had not kept me safe!

I will get my revenge, very soon.