A/N: Hello guys! My name is MinkedRin and this is my first story. I really hope you guys like it and please no mean comments! So, without further ado, here is Escape the Ordinary.
Chapter one: Loosing hope
It was a cold day and i had spent most of it just sitting outside on the patio of my parent's old-style house until I was too cold and headed inside for warmth. Every weekend, I would stop by to visit my parents to make sure that they were okay. Why, you may ask? Unfortunately, my mother grew up with colon cancer ever since she was five and my father didn't have it any better. He had arthritis, sclerosis, and Alzheimer's. I usually checked in, checking up on them.
Anyways, back to the main point. I was playing with Niki- my pet cat- while he lay lazily on my father's black leather couch, playing with a stubborn piece of string that always pops out, no matter what you do. "Niki, are you serious?" I giggle at him, picking up the foolish animal and cradling him in my arms. "Casey? Can you come here dear? I can't seem to reach the peanut butter jar on the top shelf," my mother called out from the kitchen. "Coming!" I reply, placing Niki back on the couch and then headed into the kitchen. When I got in it, I saw my mother trying to balance on a stool and reaching as high as she could to get the jar of peanut butter.
"Mom. Don't worry. I can get it," I sighed, running my hands through my soft brown hair. "Fine, fine. You're always so careless," Mother said as she got off the stool and stood with crossed arms. "Mom, you are lucky that I am always helping you," I complained, grabbing the jar of peanut butter and handing it to her.
My mother thanked me and began to make sandwiches. I walked back over to Niki and plopped down beside him. Then I heard a loud gunshot, followed by the breaking of glass. "Mom? Dad?" I yelled and the smell of smoke entered my nostrils. Niki, startled by the loud noise, jumped off the couch and fled for safety.
I saw thick clouds of smoke coming from my dad's room. As I began to run to my father's room, I almost slipped on a pool of dark red liquid coming from my mother's limp body. Just lying there as if she was a puppet with no strings, waiting to go up on stage. "M-Mom?" I stammered and felt tears well at the corners of my eyes. I knelt down and tried to find a pulse but she was gone. "T-This c-can't be h-happening!" I cried, running to my father's room.
As I was running, I dodged the clusters of fire here and there. I opened the door and thick black smoke billowed out. "Dad? DAD!" I cried as loudly as I could, hoping he was still alive. "C-Casey." The call was faint but familiar. "DAD!" I yelled again, and began to cough from the smoke. I continued to follow the voice through the fire and my eyes sting from the heat.
A/N: Sorry that the chapter was a little short but I hope you liked it!
-MinkedRin