Hi guys! So I'm kind of a new fanfic writer, as you see. But still, please review! And also, you can be totally honest with your reviews, if you think it sucks, say so! If you think it is awesome you can say that too (I prefer the second alternative :}). Enjoy!

I stumbled up the stairs, holding my arm as blood ran down, gathering into little pools at my fingertips. A few drops ran off my arm, staining the dirty white carpet. Wetting a rumpled and frayed towel, I held it to my gash, gritting my teeth at the sting.

Why did they have to fight so much?

A scream erupted from downstairs followed by a muffled cry.

And why do I have to get so involved?

Charlie and Renee, my parents, hadn't always been like this. My eyelids closed, reliving those times when I was young, about the age of five or six, when we went to carnivals and circuses, and spent nights in the dewdrop scented grass, gazing up at the stars. It wasn't until last year when Charlie started to become severely angry and violent, triggering unrest in the household and started beating me and my brother, Emmett. Of course, Renee wouldn't take that and fought back for us, taking blows and wounds.

Another scream pierced the air followed by a deafening thump. The silence that followed was frightening.

I clambered down the stairs and peered into the kitchen. Renee lay on the floor, blood seeping out from her chest. Emmett was shivering, huddled under the kitchen table, tears rolling down his eyes. Charlie stood over Renee's body, breathing heavily. He finally spoke.

"Damn this family! I'm leaving this pisshole."

He grabbed a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and stalked out the door.

Immediately, I picked up the busted old gray excuse we had for a phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"Hello, what's your emergency?"

"My mom, she has severe injuries, by mishandling objects." I blatantly lied.

"What's your address?"

I told the operator our address and skittered out of my corner to where Renee's body lied. Her breathing was ragged, and sometimes, it completely stopped, only to pick up at an even more rapid pace.

"Bell…a…leave….I love you…and… Emmers,"

I smiled grimly as Emmett's childish nickname escaped her lips.

Renee gasped and held my hand tightly, jerked a little, and then was still. There was a moment of silence as I held her limp hand, which had lost its pulse. The doorbell rang and crawling out of his corner, Emmett opened it.

The police glanced at the spectacle before them and ran ahead to carry Renee's body onto a stretcher. A woman with brown hair put up into a bun sauntered over to us.

"Hello, my name is Angela Weber," she told us softly. "I'm your social worker and I need your full cooperation in order to sort things out."

I nodded, my head feeling numb.

Angela must have sensed my discomfort. Smiling patiently, she said,

"Why don't we go have dinner? Maybe it will be-"

She could barely finish the sentence before I started crying.

I have to admit it is kind of dark... and definitely mushy. Please review, adn give your honest opinion!