Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. May's head pounded with fear and agony. Not me. Please, God, don't let it be me! Her heart screamed as the rancid smell of death and blood filled her lungs. My mom is gone, now he's after me. May's memory of her once pleasant father flickered like a light bulb in her head. The laughter, the innocence, the smiles, that was all gone now. Now it is just blood, death, and revenge. May didn't want any of that in her life. She was innocent, but in a few hours, she would have killed her father, before he had the chance to kill her. May didn't want that chaos in her life. She swore that it would never reach her, and she's going to have to keep it. Father, think about what you're doing! Don't kill me... please don't kill me. She recited the words that she would speak-at least try before he killed her- to her father. She heard the bloody knife scrape the closet door; in which she was hiding. She covered her mouth tightly, trying not to scream as she heard her father shake the handle to the locked door. Oh God! Her heart pounded loudly, catching up to her breathing. He knows I'm in here! Oh God.. Oh my God. May heard a soft grunt, and feet dragging along the carpet, creating electricity. She uncovered her mouth, looking through the small crack that connected the door to the wall.
Thank God, but I know for a fact he's not done yet.. there's gotta be a reason why he scraped his shoes on the floor... She pondered in her thoughts for a few split seconds, remembering what she had learned in the safety class her mother has put her in. Oh God. He's going to try to cut the house on fire!
Blood pounded in her ears as the instinct to survive kicked in. She peeked out of the crack in the door. May slowly reached for the door-handle, insuring that he wasn't there. Silently, the door widened. In result, the smoke filled her nose, smothering her in black ash. Oh my fuckin' God! Rapid coughing arose from her lungs. Tearing off a piece of her black shirt, she covered her mouth and nose.
Fire licked at her door, burning the bottom, growing larger and angrier. She looked at her mom's body, laying cold and lifeless on the floor. "I'm sorry, Mom, I need to go. I need to survive." She whispered to the carcass. Grabbing a huge rock from her collection, May threw it at the glass window. Taking off her jacket, May placed it on the windowsill, covering the shards of glass. May looked down, her two-story house burning at the bottom. "You've gotta be kidding.." She gasped. More coughing erupted May, her vision blurring. "Not. Going. To. Die." She rasped, grabbing the phone. "This is 9-1-1, whats your emergency?" the dispatcher said.
"My, my house, it's on fire. My mother's dead, my father killed her. Send help. Hurry." May cited her seat address
"Stay on the phone-" The dispatcher replied. May nodded, losing consciousness. Her head hit the sharp edge of the window, splitting it open. Blood poured onto the floor, forming a pool of blood, which she fell in. Her eyes closed at the sound of the dispatcher's "Hello? Miss? Hello?"