We ran as fast as we could, away from home, away from the man, the man who was trying to kill us.

I was up in my bedroom when I heard a knock at the door. I tripped over my own feet knowing it was my friend Lily. I slammed the door open, only to see my friend standing there with her big cheesy smile on her face. She knew what I intended to talk about the whole night, and she was okay with it.

She ran in as her mom greeted mine, and she chased me all the way upstairs.

Me and Lily sat ourselves on the floor and began talking about the upcoming Andy Black tour. We sat for hours, all the while my mom working on dinner downstairs. I wish I could help her in some way, but she always claims that she's fine doing it on her own.

Lily got up to use the bathroom, and as she left the room I heard a loud creek coming from the kitchen under me, and the sound of pots and pans clanging together just a moment ago dissapeared.

"Mom?" I called out, there was no answer. Possibly she went out? I got up to check out the window, but no one was in sight. The sound only happened a moment ago, she couldn't have gone far...

But then a heard a whisper from down the stairs... then a scream!?

A sudden loud BANG came from the kitchen, and Lily came bursting out of the bathroom.

"What the hell was that!?" She asked worriedly, peeking her head behind her shoulder. But I didn't answer as I was already half way down the stairs.

"Mom?!" I screamed.

No answer.

"Mom! Are you okay!?" I called louder, still no answer.

In my house, it was terribly easy to hear each other from different floors, what happened?

As I reached the bottom, I ran to the kitchen where my mom was working. I came in to see a pool of blood, swishing under my moms limp body. I cried out to her. screaming so loud my voice went scratchy, as I turned, through the tears in my eyes, I could see the outline of my friend standing there in shock, with her hands over her mouth.

She walked up to me, putting a shaking hand on my back, I could tell she was just as scared. I held back the tears. Just enough to hear a faint "creeek" coming from behind us. I whipped around in sync with Lily. A tall muscular man, with brown hair flowing over his dark green eyes, jumped out from behind the wooden door, we stared in shock.

"If you run now, you just may not die tonight, but at some point, I promise you will." He smirked.

I was still crouched over my moms limp corpse, but Lily - luckily- was able to think fast, griping my hand, she bolt out the door, dragging me along with her. I soon got my balance and ran with her. Out the door, through the gate, out of the neighborhood, and away from gun point.

I ran as fast as I could by Lily's side. We stopped when our legs gave in and we crashed down onto the pavement, scraping our knees and palms on the hard ground. We slowly got up by griping onto each others clothing to help us up.

I limped up to a big yellowish house, hoping to ask for help.

"What are you doing?!" She yelled at my sweating back.

"I'm asking for help." Tears still blurring part of my vision

She walked up to my side, panting along side me.

We knocked as hard as we could, three quick pounds to the wood. Every once in a while, we would throw a glance behind us for the man with the pistol.

The door swung open without warning, the boy who stood there had raven black hair, gigantic blue/green eyes that stared sown at us with confusion. But before he could say anything, a wave of words exploded from us. He waved his hands in front of his face, signaling us to stop talking.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," He bent down to get to our level. "What happened."

I breathed heavily while Lily answered his question.

"I was a-at her house, we heard a bang downstairs, w-we went down to see what was going on and we found her mom dead on the floor, th-then he went after us. You were the first house we saw, please. Please help us." She began to tear up. The boy looked at us for a long second and then finally answered.

"Come on in. My names Phil."