i

ven move if I wanted it to. I was the first to wake up from the sound of the f

ders. 'Mom, I think there is someone in the house.' Now I got her atte

up dad. She runs to her closet and pushes me in

ut Nova?'

and tell her to hide

ared.' I hol

ise.' mom closed the door of the

e, only my own breathing and crying. Then I hear footsteps on the stairs. Feet with shoes on. I knew my parents had bear feet when they left, this was the person that broke down our door. The bedroom door opens and closes a

Her scream was pure terror to hear, so full of fear. I turn around and go back in my parent’s bedroom. I need to call the police. Too bad they took my phone away. I got detention for using my phone in class, so mom and dad took away my phone. I quickly go to their bed. Maybe they left th

please w

can't be happen

long. They can be hurtin

ease, h

Whoever this man is or men are, they are not here to talk. I

lmost

dial 991. Right when I press the green button, I hear a

how can I help you?' A warm woman

ne. Who? I fall on my side. My eyes turn around to the back

o

't move, my arms and legs are bound together, something black is covering my eyes and there is

d. Dad with a bullet in his head. No! I can't seem to shake the image of my parents with bullets in their head out of my brain. It keeps m

s awake again.

e do?' ano

ing her with us. We should have killed

man that raped his own daughter. 'She will be our playth

risky to bring her along?'

t give her the good stuff and she will be

my arm, I scream, but no sound is coming out. I feel a pinch in the croak of my arm, befo

i

ve they are dead. Mom and dad are dead. Someone killed them. I can't seem to st

hey had to sedate me. I woke up hours later in a bed at the hospital. They were trying to ge

rm embrace, but I was to numb to notice and didn't hug her back. 'I am so sorry.'

ear her say my nam

I'm here. Yo

een crying too, but she tries to be strong for me.

eye. She nods. 'Yes, it's true.' They a

en she sees me standing up, instead of sitting on the gr

I follow her to another room, with my aunt Bettina trailing us. She holds my shaking hand in hers. The woman po

me what happened last night?

rents. 'I woke up in the middle of the night.' I began. I told her everything I knew. I didn't even know I was crying again, until the policewoman gave me a tissue. 'It's my fault they are dead. I should

our house were after your family's money. They took a

my parents.

pped Nova.' Aun

r a second. Oh god, I am a bad

hing we can t

I never even had a sleepover at a friend’s house. My parents kept us close, safe. They were loving parents, but strict. Me and Nova were always close. N