Running, panting, the thumping of his heart, the adrenaline pumping in his veins was strong there was no ignoring it. The streets were filled of people as he ran down the street looking for some where to hide, or just get away from the person or thing chasing him. The weird thing was that he couldn't remember who. The pounding of his heart and feting hitting the ground was getting louder as it began to drizzle. The rain was making the street slippery. He slipped every now and then but never fell. Then he saw it a place to hide, to get away. It was an ally. He turned into it. He ran and ran till…he hit the dead end at the end of the ally. His thought were buzzing with thoughts of 'where to now' 'which way' 'it can't end like this'. That's when he heard it, the sirens, and the people screaming. He turned to his right; he saw the stairs and a young girl who looked terrified. He said some incoherent words. His lips moving but no sound. Then…the unexpected, a loud BANG echoed through the ally. The last thing he saw was the girl running to him, screaming something, his name maybe, he couldn't hear then nothing but darkness and the horrible silence he feared so much. It was closing in on him the last sound he hears was a BANG-
I woke with a start. Not expecting what happened. That dream again. Why did it keeping coming back? What did it mean? And who is that boy I saw? I was brought out of my thoughts by a loud banging sound, and suddenly everything made since. The loud sound is my parents slamming doors...again. The screaming is my parents as well. I silently got out of bed and walked to the door of my room. I peek outside, no one. I go over to the stairs and walk silent as a mouse down each step, stopping at the wall so I can watch the drama without being seen. I watch but no ones in the living room. Then I hear the screaming of "you insolent…good for nothing….drunk again…how could you"
"Shut up you..*hick*"
It is all coming from the kitchen which is connected to the living room. I saw my dad stumble to the couch and my mother stomp in the room crying, with a new bruise on her cheek. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying. I guess it's just another one of those nights.
"Why…why do you do this" my mother cries.
My father's only retort is throwing the bottle and hitting the wall I was hiding behind some of the glass gets in my hand as it breaks and I can't help but say ow as the blood slides down my hand drop by drop, and I regret it. It was the worst thing I ever did in my life. my mother cries out to me.
"Honey is that you."
I don't move, I don't even dare to breathe. It's too late my mother knows im's here… and she snapped.
"You monster!" she screamed in pure rage and that last of it. My mother ran out the door hoping to never be seen again and get away. And in a sense she did, but I don't think it was the way she intended. Maybe it is the fact that she wasn't watching, or that she's blinded by tears, it could even be the fact that the driver was drunk. Whatever the cause the car hit her while I dad just stood there looking at my mom's dead body on in the middle of the road and the car drive off. I ran to the kitchen to call 911, as soon as the person picked up I became frantic, I was crying my eyes out as the woman on the other end said in a calm voice.
"911 what's your emergency"
"Hello, I need help my mother's just been hit by a car, she's lying in the road and she's not moving…I-I don't know what to do"
"What's your address we will have an ambulance there right away"
"8383 sycamore road"
"We will be there right away please stay calm"
"Ok"
Was all I could say to keep myself in check so I wouldn't scream at her. How could she be so calm? My mother might be dead? But it wasn't her fault. I ran to the door and around my dad cause he is still standing there looking amazed at the women lying motionless on the ground. I left him there and went to mother not caring that another car could zoom by and hit me as well. I picked her head up her eyes were closed, she wasn't breathing. I put her head down just now seeing the blood. Her head must of busted open when she hit the ground. I screamed at the top of my lungs. And I fell on her crying as hard as I could. Before I knew it there were sirens and police everywhere and someone was pulling me off of my mother-more like trying to pry me off. It was my neighbor she was holding me saying crap like everything was going to be ok. Is she that naive, is she so stupid, is I the only one who realizes that nothing is going to be ok and that after today everything is going to change? I couldn't take it any more I ran to my dad's room and grabbed the gun out of the dresser. I put in my mouth thinking wait for me mom I'm coming but before I could pull the trigger my dad walked in. he didn't seem to care all he said was.
"What is the point in doing that you were adopted any way...She wasn't your real mother."
"What the crap why didn't you tell me that before… what is your problem"
"Nothing you were the problem"
"Heh whatever "I sneered.
And with that I left to my room. I walked to the bed and laid down hoping to get some sleep. I cried myself to sleep that night. And school was a blur until Thursday that's when the new kid came.
thanks for reading hope i can get the next chapter out soon. so tell me how it is i know it kinda sucks im new at this site so i don't understand how everything works. so R&R please
Love, Fox
