Here's just a little tidbit of a story I just thought up while I couldn't sleep! Sorry it's not much, but here it is.
Prologue
Johannah's POV
I search through the drawers. Through the mattresses, cutting them open and looking inside for any kind of treasure I've stashed. Flipping every page in every book in its stack, remembering the stories my sister and I used to read under my bed while we hid. I shove the notebooks in my backpack. I throw everything from my closet out into the room, until I find a small box. I shove that in my backpack too. I go to my father's room and destroy everything. Pull out everything from his closet and dresser and demolish it with hatred. The door cracks under my fist, my ghastly detestation for this man now overwhelming.
Once I've had enough of that, I grab my things and head for the kitchen, turning every knob on the gas stove so it's set on high. I ignore the urge of a glance at my sister's blood on the wall in the living room near the front door. I resist the temptation to look at the stairs to the basement where I spent years of torture in. I pull out a box of matches and light them all.
I walk out of the house calmly, climbing on my motorcycle and speeding away as my house explodes behind me.
Sooo… What'ja think! Yes, she does have some anger management issues and yes, I don't really know how to explode a house I just took the clips from a movie, but besides that!
Again, sorry for it being so short. It needed to be, so you can embrace the moment! I will update soon. Maybe even today if I'm up to it. Please review! I will love you forever! :D