Hot Blood

Prologue

Why me?

Why is this happening to me?

All my life I did nothing but follow my parents. Do this, do that, don't stay late, don't have a boyfriend and many on the list. I believe up to this point of my life I have been living a boring one but everything change.

I stared at my now lifeless parents lying in their bed. The room is full of blood. I am grasping for air as I just ran in here still wearing my school uniform.

"Mom? Dad?" even though I wanted to cry the tears won't come out.
Then I heard a sound downstairs thinking that the killer is still here. If I did go home early I would have died too like my parents. What am I thinking? The murderer is still here and I am thankful that I didn't die together with my parents.

I ran to my room locking it. The killer must have heard me. Now I can hear his footsteps getting louder and louder. I get away from my door and push my cabinet in front of the door. But I failed to do so because I have no strength to push it.

"I know you are in there little girl." I put my hand in my mouth to prevent making sounds. And control my breathing. I need to call 911 and live until they get here.

He keeps banging the door while I was finding my phone. I remembered that my phone is in my bag in the living room. I always put it there every time I got home from school. My heart is beating fast that my breathing is not normal anymore.

Now what am I going to do?

Am I going to die too?

I tried to open the window thinking that I can escape and find help. I got home 12 in the midnight because I was being rebellious for the first time and I didn't know that my parents can't scold me anymore for being so late.

I look down from my room's window. My room is at the second floor so it was kind of high. I am really scared of being hurt. I can't even cook because I was scared that I might got cut or burned.
Should I jump?

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