I sat huddled in my closet, clutching my blanket close. A scream pierced the silence of the night and sent me searching for a hiding spot. It sounded just like my mother screaming. I had been sleeping soundly before something caused me to wake up. It was almost as if someone were standing over my bed, watching me. It was just an eerie feeling that I couldn't shake. Only moments after that I heard the scream.
I tried to control my breathing, but my heart was pounding and I was terrified. I listened closely to see if I could hear anything else, but I didn't. I knew I should go check on my mother and my younger brother. He was probably hiding under his blankets, if he was awake at all. At four years older than him, I'm his big sister and need to protect him. He's only 9 years old and still acts younger than that.
I slowly opened the closet door and quietly crept out. The silence was deafening. It was so dark, but I was too scared to turn on the lights. If someone were inside the house, they would be alerted that I was awake. I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. I had begged my mom for a phone, but she always refused. Saying I was too young. Now when I actually needed one, I don't have it. The only phone was downstairs. I figured it would be best to check on my brother and mom first.
My brother's room was right down the hall from mine. I made my way inside and went straight to his bed. It was empty. Where could he be? I softly called his name, fearful of saying it much louder. No answer. Now I was beginning to worry even more.
I went on down the hallway to the room at the very end, my mother's room. I fumbled my way to her bed, kicking stuff out of the way that wasn't normally there. I reached for her bed, intending on shaking her to wake her. She wasn't in her bed, but her bed felt wet. And sticky.
“You shouldn't have came in here," my brother said.
“Aaron?”, I gasped. “Where are you? Are you ok?”
“I'm fine," he answered in a growl, then continued, “I was going to let you live. I came in your room to kill you, but changed my mind. Now I have to hurt you.”
I was in shock. I turned on the light on my mother's nightstand. What I saw before was a sight no one should ever see.
My brother was hunched over my mother's bleeding body on the floor. Well, what was left of it. He was in the process of cutting her up. Blood was smeared all over his body. I looked at him. He didn't look like my brother. This was a crazed person before me. He had a hatchet from our basement in one hand, and my mother's decapitated head in the other. He looked at me smiled.
“Why, Aaron? WHY?!”, I screamed at him. But he just continued to smile.
“ I had to. I was put here on this Earth to end her life. Now I must end yours.”
With that he took a step towards me, and I began to run, hoping to make it to the front door down stairs. I made it a few steps when the pain in my back caused me to stop. I screamed in agony. I felt the hatchet pulled from my back and I tried to take another step, but fell to my knees instead. My brother took a step around me and stood in front of me. I looked up at him.
“Close your eyes, Ashley. This might hurt.”
I did as I was told. I knew I was going to die. He had no intention of allowing me to live. I shed a tear. A tear for my mother.. for myself and for my brother, my killer.
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