Damage Done- Chapter 1

's how I felt at that very moment. Despret for help,From anyone really, someone to make the pain I was feeling in the pit of my stomach stop. Tell me, how would you be feeling if you came home to a pitch black house like any other Friday night. It was late and all I could do was asume everyone had already settled in to bed for the night, I had been at a party and had promised my parents I would be home by 12:30. Current time? 1:29, I knew that the next morning I was going to be in a heap of trouble. I climed up the front porch steps that we slippery from the layer of ice that had built up over the day. For mid- November it had to be one of the coldest nights yet.
I dug throgh my purse trying to find my keys I had dropped in there earlier today when I locked up the house. When I finally found them I scrabbled with them, trying to prop the bag back up on my shoulder also struggling to get the keys in the lock with my pale and ice cold hands. In the middle of the whole ordeal I ended up dropping my keys in a snow bank on our porch next to the wicker padio furnature, "Shit" I couldn't help muttering to myself " as if I'm not already having enough difficulys" I ended up throwing my purse up against the door so I could bend down and find the keys, after a few minutes of serching I only came up with red hands from being so frost bitten " Screw it, I'll just hop the fence and use the key pad on the back door". I grabbed my bag and carefully ran down the front steps, at this point it had started snowing and I had little snow flakes caught in my blonde hair.
I tossed my bag over the fence first and then positioned my foot in the hole in the fence me and brother had caused one summer from kicking soccer balls to hard. I succesfully pulled my self over the fence and started running across our backyard to the door through the thin layer of snow that had formed there. I typed in my code as fast as I could and pulled open the door and swiftly pulled it closed behind me. I bent down to un-lace my converse so I could put them in there proper spot on the shoe rack. As I un- tied my shoes I could feel a dampness under my feet, it was probably just water from the snow that melted off my shoes. I felt around on the kitchen counter trying to locate a dish cloth or towel to wipe up the water before it damaged the hard wood floor. Not being able to feel one on the counter I flicked on the little lamp on the counter to see if there was anything else around I could use. Finding a dish towel crumpled up by the sink probably used for drying tonights dinner dishes I turned around to face the spot I was standing at by the back door.
Looking at the floor I dropped the towel and let out a muffled scream from covering my mouth with both hands. " Mom! Dad! Patrick! No! This can't be happening" I dropped to my knees staring at my familes motionless bodies in the corner on the other side of the kitchen " This isn't fair! Why wasn't me! Why didn't you come for me!" I could taste my salty tears as they streamed down my face and to the corners of my mouth.
It wasent snow, or water, or even the content of a drink that might of been spilled earlier that was soaking my socks.
No,it was blood The blood of my own loved ones And I was standing here un-harmed and un-touched, no damage done while they had to face damage that is way beyond repair.