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~TheHerringCalledOmnomnom

My heart jumped up into my throat. What was I going to do? Kill another person? I'm already a murderer, so why not? I gripped my knife tightly and spun around with my knife raised, ready to kill. I find myself face to face with my brother.

He caught my wrist before I could stab him by accident. He has those cat-like reflexes like I do. He let go and I let my hand fall limply to my side.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Y-Yeah, I think" I stuttered, still in shock from what had just happened.

"We should get home and find out what's happening" he told me.

I nodded stiffly, and I followed him out of the door. We walked down the hall and out of the school. Nothing could prepare me for what I saw.

Walkers. Everywhere. They were all over the street, eating people, or just shuffling around. I gasped and turned to Griffon. I started to panic when he didn't do anything except stand there and stare at them. He is the one who usually makes the first action, whether it be run or stand and fight. I turned around and saw that one was coming near me. I gripped my knife tightly, and ran up and stabbed it in the head. But that was a big mistake. The other walkers seemed to have noticed that I wasn't one of them. I don't blame them. What kind of dead person can run up and stab things like it was no big deal? I was shook from my thoughts by Griffon.

"We have to get out of here!" he yelled.

I nodded and broke into a sprint. We ran back to our house and ran inside. Locking the door behind me, I turned to Griffon, and I can tell he was thinking the same thing I was.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked, astonished at what he had just watched.

I opened my mouth to answer, but just then our father came downstairs. Shit. Now we're in for it, I thought. He marched up towards us. I looked at Griffon and he looked back at me.

Dad looked like he was going to yell and hit us again, so I instantly stiffened up my posture.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING OUT OF SCHOOL?" he yelled the question at us. Like we couldn't fucking hear him. We were standing right in front of him, but he just liked to burst our ear drums for his own entertainment.

"They told us to go…" Griffon started, but my dad came forward, and I stepped in front of Griffon to protect him. I know what it's like to be abused all the time. I was more used to it than he was, since I was the oldest I took most of the credit for anything we did that my dad saw as wrong.

Since I had stepped in front, I received the blow. I was actually glad I had stepped in front of my brother. He was on the smaller side, so he would have probably been knocked out by the force. I could taste the blood in my mouth. I looked up at my dad, scared of what was to come next.

"You can't always take everything for your brother" he said with a nasty grin.

"Yes I can" I said, what I thought was, under my breath. But I must have said it loud enough for dad to hear.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT?" my dad yelled.

Gathering all my courage, I stood up from the floor, since the hit had knocked me down. The world was ending, so why not show him how I really felt?

"Yes. I. Can." I said with my teeth clenched together.

The next thing I felt was pure agony. He slammed his fist into my nose, and I fell back to the floor. Luckily, Griffon was behind me to help catch me so I didn't fall onto the floor. I could feel the blood gushing out of my nose. My nose hurt like hell, it was probably broken. I got back to my feet and turned to face my dad.

"That'll learn you to not talk back to your father" he said gruffly.

"That won't learn me shit. I'm done with getting hit for no reason. You need to find a soul, jackass, cause you ain't got one!" I yelled. Oh shit. My southern accent was really coming out. It always comes out when I'm angry.

As soon as I said that, I regretted it. Dad started to come toward me, with a look on his face that said only one thing was going to come. I turned to Griffon.

"Go outside" I told him quickly.

"But Sapph…" he started, but I cut him off.

"Go. NOW. GO!" I yelled.

He rushed out of the house. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged up the stairs and into my dad's bedroom. I knew what was coming, it had happened a few times before. He started to undo his belt. I had been practicing at blocking things out so that I wouldn't have to think about what was going on. But it was hard not to when I felt my pants and underwear leaving my body. I hadn't had this happen in a long time, so I wasn't used to this. It was pure pain the entire time. After the asshole was done with me, he got dressed again, stood up, and left me laying there. I curled up in a ball, and cried. Eventually, I fell asleep.