Nightly [t.caniff]

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My iPhone screen lit up showing the time. 1:00 a.m. The breeze flew by as I walked faster. I finally reached my house. I turned the key and closed the door behind me.

"Dad?" I called but no reply. The T.V. was on, his favorite football team was playing. I walked upstairs. "Mom?" I walked to her room. "I know she's here!" I heard a strangers voice.

"I don't know where she is! Please!" I heard my mother's cry. I started gasping with sobs. "Don't lie." I heard footsteps and ran to my room which was in front of hers. I slid under my bed to hide. "She's in her room isn't she?" The stranger called.

By this time they were in my room. My mom slammed to the floor. I was on my back, my head turned and saw her. Tears in her eyes and mine. "Please she's not here." Her voice was shaky and cracky. He got on top of her choking her by the neck.

"Please!" She managed to spit out. I saw him get a knife out of his pocket. I called 911 and kept it low volume. "At least you'll be with your husband." She turned her head and saw me. With that, he stabbed her. Not once. Not twice. But three times.

She mouthed the words 'I love you.' Her tears trembled down with her eyes wide open. He got off and walked around my room. His combat boots slowly searching. I covered my mouth as he slowly walked away and closed the door.

I saw his foot shadows outside of my door. I picked up my phone. "He murdered my parents!" I screamed quietly. I left my phone by my side and cried under my bed, holding my face.

I heard the sirens and saw the police lights flash. "Get on the ground!" The faint screaming came from downstairs. "It's going to be alright sweety." A policewoman took me away. Her name tag read "Jewels".

I saw my mom dead on the floor. We walked downstairs. I passed the couch. My dad was lying in front of the sofa on the floor dead. I was shaking as Jewels motioned me to the ambulance. "I'm terribly sorry." She focused on me but I focused on her pixie hair cut.

I was speechless. Felt alone and hopeless. I laid there on the gurney, in the ambulance. I was rushed to the hospital. Guess they wanted to know why I wasn't talking. It's not that hard to figure out.

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"Mrs.Doggers, hi I'm Dr.McClain. My sincerest apologies for your loss." He began as he clicked his pen, holding his clipboard. "T-thanks." I replied feeling nauseous because of my nervousness.

"I assume you have siblings?"

"Y-yes. Uhm a 21 year old brother James, and a 19 year old sister, Alice."

"Youngest child, right? I'm the same."

Absolutely no one cares about your stories and no one asked for your input Mr. McLAME.

My thoughts sidetracked me.

"Well did you want to do foster care, stay with a sibling, friend...?"

I am 17. Youngest of three, well including myself. I wish I had a friend or friends that understood me. I do hang with them, but I wouldn't take a bullet for someone who wouldn't do the same. Only two people, excluding family, I trusted with my life.

Mercedes and Mason.

We've known each other since we were all 8. Long ago when dinosaurs roamed this soo called "Planet". Just kidding but it was a long, long time ago. They're related obviously because the M's. Well their first names start with it.