"Elena go upstairs and hide now!" My mother whispered yelled. There was a man in the house trying to hurt my mom.
I shook my head nervously. I can't leave her alone.
"Elena listen to me I'm going to be fine I promise" she kissed my forehead before giving me a little push.
I ran upstairs to my room. I had a little hidden closet that my dad shut off when I was scared of monsters and couldn't sleep.
I hug my legs and listen to the silence.
No screams, no nothing.
Does that mean he killed my mom and dad?
"Leave her alone! Hurt me hurt me!" I could hear my dad yelling while my mom cried.
I wish I could help them. The phones were disconnected.
"Where's the kid!" The man screamed.
"She's not here" my mom says but the man started laughing.
"You think I'm stupid" I could hear the sound of a slap. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I hear him banging the doors.
Please don't find me please don't. I repeat over and over in my head.
"Little Elena where are you?" He says in a singing voice.
How does he know my name?
"Come out wherever you are?" I hear him moving my bed. Oh please don't notice the door. Please leave.
"What's behind this door?" He opens the door.
"There you are"
I sit up so fast I felt lightheaded. I was soaking wet from the sweat.
I pray everyday for this nightmare to leave me alone.
Every night for 8 years.
I was 16 when my parents were murdered in front of me. I watched how he raped my mom, how he brutally kicked and punched my dad and how he took the last breaths my parent would ever take.
I closed my eyes breathing in and out. I wait for my heart beat to slow down to get up.
It was 6 am. The sun was shining but you could hear the winter wind hit the windows and trees.
I grab my black sweater and wrap it around my body. There was no use going back to sleep. At least I got 5 hours of sleep. Usually I sleep for 2 or 3 hours each night.
I dream of them. Of my mother's long brown hair. My fathers laughter that brighten my days. Their smile and the love they had for me. I miss them so much. I wish I could get them back but life isn't that fair.
I walk down the stairs to the kitchen. I put on the kettle and look outside. I haven't been outside in days. I go to the yard for 10 minutes for air.
I haven't left my house in 8 years. I stay inside at all time. My neighbour is 17 year old who buys my groceries because his mom talked to me once. I pay him with my parents pension money.
I wish instead of pension money I could get my parents back but as I say life isn't fair.
I hear the kettle ring. I open the cupboard and grab a mug. I make myself black coffee to keep myself up. I can't sleep anymore. I hate the memories,the screams of agony and worse of all his voice. I can't remember how he looks like.
I shake my head and walk to the living room. I turn on the tv and flip the channels for something interesting.
*knock knock*
What the hell? Who is at the door? I have no family and no friends.
I get up walking to the door. I look through the peephole and see a kid.
I slowly open the door popping my head out.
"Are you Elena?" He looked about 13 and had dirty blonde hair.
"Y...yes?" I whisper.
"Someone told me to give you this" he says holding out an envelope with my name on it.
"Who?" I grab it.
"Some guy said it was important" he says shrugging.
"Thanks" I quickly close the door before he could say anything.
I rip the envelope and look at the weird handwriting.
'Sweet Elena, you looked so beautiful with your hair down. The wind blowing through your hair was breathtaking. Your soft skin looked so beautiful and glowing. Your brown eyes looked so sad. I wish I can help you but sweet Elena you won't let anyone in. Ever since that day when I took your parents last breath you became sad...I don't know why.'
This can't be who I think it is...
'You should get out more. We should have dinner together. At your favourite restaurant and order cheeseburger with extra cheese. For dessert we can eat lemon pie with whip cream on top. Last night you were crying. I wish I could hug you and kiss you. Now that your parents are gone you need someone. Someone who knows you. Someone who loves you. One day we will meet again and you are going to love me. Just like I do. You look beautiful with that black sweater. I'll write again. Goodbye my sweet Elena And your forever mine'
I felt my stomach turn. I ran up the stairs to the bathroom and threw up last night dinner.
I can't believe it. The murderer of my parents wrote to me again. I would get a lot of letters from him after my parents died. I thought they were nothing till he would tell me personal things about myself. I told the cops but they didn't do shit.
I had to move across town for the letters to stop.
I lean against the wall feeling the tears fall down.
He knows where I live. This means I'm going to get more letters of the details of my parents murder. The way the knife felt when he stabbed my mom. How happy he felt beating my dad to the point where his face was unrecognizable. How much he loves me.
I wipe my face with my sleeves before taking out a little black box I had under the sink.
I roll up my sleeves and look at my arms. They were full of old scars and new scars. This is the only way to forget the memories. It takes away the pain even for a while.
I'm waiting till I have the guts to cut deeper to end my life.
To leave the memories. To be with my parents again.
I open the little box and take out the razor. I gently push the razor into my skin and watch the blood run down my arm.
I close my eyes for the pain.
{{Well there you go. I wanted to post this story for a while. Comment what you think :) feedback would be great :) }}
