HELLO! This is my first REAL fanfic. I hope you really like it!
My name is Melissa Falker and I am fourteen years old. This is the story of my screwed up life.
I was having a good day until I got home from school. State Testing grades just came back and I had perfect scores. At lest for a dyslexic and ADHD kid. The grades were more like C's. (YAY!) But when I arrived at my house…well, that was when my life became chaos. My three-year-old brother and I are now, um, you'll find out.
A hand felt like it reached into my chest, grabbed my heart, twisted it then tore it out. I know, probably too much information, but that's what it felt like. My eyes blankly took in the sight before me. There was my house, once neatly kept, and now completely ruined. The front door was hanging on one hinge, the furniture was torn in half, and debris was everywhere. My ADHD had questions zooming one after another through my mind. They all stopped for a second though when I heard a small, strained voice call my name.
"Melissa…"
"Max," I whispered, "Shh, be quiet. What happened? Where're Dad and Chris?" To my right a tear-stained face appeared from under the overturned and torn up couch. He opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened as they moved to stare at something behind me. A rotting meat kind of smell was coming from whatever it was.
On instinct, I elbowed it in the stomach, turned and threw my fist in its face. A bull like man with hairy legs and hooves with horns on his head stumbled backwards and fell on his whitie-tightie covered butt. I estimated that he was about seven feet tall, but I didn't stay to look at his grotesque and muscled figure.
I dropped my backpack onto the floor and ran into the used-to-be kitchen. Kitchen appliances were everywhere and I had to step carefully as I shoved open a drawer and pulled out three extremely sharp butcher knives.
I pushed my back against my refrigerator before I turned to glance around the corner at the thing, only to realize that I was hyperventilating. Quickly I held my breath, closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down as I got ready to use my ultra-good dart skills for something truly useful in life.
Ready to possibly end my life right then and there, I jumped out and threw every knife at the same time. For a moment, everything suddenly went into slow-motion. The sharp blades seemed to glint in the light as they flew toward their destinations. All of them embedded themselves into the monster and made it stumble. One was in its chest, another was in its neck and the last was sticking out of its forehead.
"GRRRRAHHH!" the entire house shook.
"Shit. . . " I mumbled under my breath. I hadn't hurt him, just made him angry. Something told me that I couldn't hurt him with knives.
Slowly I backed away, then turned and ran into another room across the kitchen. There was so much stuff on the ground; I had to jump like an astronaut on the moon to get away quickly enough.
Once there, I span around and gripped a plain and small wooden chair from behind in a way that would make it easy to pick up and throw.
His itty bitty eyes were squinted in anger as he pulled the knife from his forehead. I became so scared, I suddenly realized that I'd be much better off if I let my reflexes take over.
So I did.
It was as if it wasn't even me controlling my own body. I picked up the chair and threw it with all my strength. It hit the thing in the head and once again I succeeded in making him tumble over. My reflexes made me run over at it, jump and land on its back. Good thing it was delirious for a moment because it gave me time to do what I did.
What I did was take one of its horns in my hands and pull. It cracked right off like magic.
Suddenly a disgusting noise came from the back of the monster's throat.
It looked up at me with eyes full of hatred and. . . Something else.
A terrible feeling came over me. Was this the end?
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