Chapter 1
Yesterday, I was in my room, listening to music, softly, and leafing through a magazine while chatting on the phone with my friend Olette. The day before that, I went to the movies, then shopping. Today I went to a Halloween party with my friends. I have, had, a boyfriend, too, you know? That all changed in one night.
My name is Amber. I am an average fifteen year old. I am average in school, I have a boyfriend, and I have friends. I don't do drugs, or drink, no. I'll never drink, not now, not ever. My hair, amber and straight, goes up to my hips. And my eyes are a dark brown. I'll never know why he did it, because he is gone. Now and forever. And I'm happy because of that.
Since my mom died, my father has been drinking. A lot. He said he never sad, but he lied. I know this, because I've heard him crying late at night. I know this; because those are the days I cannot fall asleep, because I miss my mom, also crying, muffling my sobs with my pillow, nearly suffocating me. We all knew we have not gotten over her death, even though we put plastic smiles on and get on with our lives. I've had it the worst though, because my father hurts me, mentally and physically.
When I came home that horrible Saturday night, after the Halloween party with my friends, I found my father looming over the threshold of the kitchen. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!?" His large voice boomed. I shrunk back, not because of his voice, but because of his rank breath. I knew he was high and drunk. I spotted a sharp object in his hand that shinned as he approached me, and knew I was in trouble. I began to back up.
"I was at a Halloween Party with my friends, you know, Hayner, Pence, and Olette." I said in a nervous voice. I cringed and backed up so the door was touching me. "No Excuse." Was my fathers reply. He began to raise the object, but my brother, Alexander- also known as Xander- walked down the stairs, apparently on the way to the kitchen, grabbed his hand. As he wrestled my father for the knife, he yelled "Run!" I did so. I ran. I ran out the door, down the street, and into the sandlots. As I was running, I felt a sudden loss, and knew that Xander was dead, and my father, was coming for me.
I whipped out my cell phone and pressed the speed dial number for Hayner. He picked up almost immediately. "Hello? Amber? Are you there?" I was silent for about two seconds before telling min the whole story. When I finished tears where streaming down my face.
"Where are you?" His calm voice said.
"I'm at the sandlots," came my shaky reply.
"Stay there. I'll be right there."
I sat on the swings and dried my tears. After about ten minutes I heard crunching leaves behind me. "Hayner," I said. "Is that you?" As soon as I said this I knew it was not him, because Hayner entered the park at the front entrance. I felt a sharp pain in my back, and felt something wet dripping down my back. I saw Hayners lips moving, knowing he was screaming, and yelling for me to get away from here, but it was like I was deaf and paralyzed. I felt my body thud upon the ground. Then, total darkness.
You know how people, say that they see their lives flash before they face death? Well, I didn't. I guess it's because I'm different. Maybe I'll never know. I guess its ok, because I'll be with my brother, maybe I'll even see mom again! But, I'll always hate my father, for destroying my life. He killed my brother, and maybe I'm dead, but I'm not sure. Oh, another thing. He is the reason of the death of my mother.
