Joey, Valerie, and Clayton were standing in the woods outside of their house in Massachusetts, when a shot rang through the tress like a bell, a couple of thinks you should know before I continue is that Joey, she is a girl, and Clayton and Valerie are a boy and a girl, and they are Joey's brother and sister. All of them mostly looked pretty much alike, they all had freckles brown hair and blue eyes. Of course their face were shaped differently, and their hair was cut differently.
Back to the story anyway, Joey, Valerie, and Clayton were standing in the woods outside of their house in Massachusetts when a shot rang through the tress like a bell. Joey looked around her and saw nothing unusual near them or through the trees. "Valerie is down!" Clayton screamed.
"What," Joey said looking around, "Oh my god." When she turned around she saw her sister with her head face down on the ground and blood staining her t-shirt as it oozed from her back. "Go get moI mean Mrs. Grezegorczyk all watch over Val," Joey ordered. Clayton ran away towards the threshold of the woods. "Don't die Val you can't they all ready killed mom and dad they can't kill you. If you die the only thing all have to live for is little brother." Joey started to put pressure on the wound as she was talking and started to sob.
A half of hour went by and Clayton still didn't come back. Joey was starting to think that he to got shot and died already, and I'm deeply sorry to stop and say she was absolutely right. I am all so sorry to inform you that Valerie had died in fifteen minutes after Clayton left because the bolt shot was extremely close to her heart. One more think I would like to say is Joey now the poorest most defenseless girl in the Massachusetts woods got shot in the middle of the head and died right on top of her sister. The End. No just jesting she didn't really die instead of dieing she got up and walked down the trail of the woods. Wiping her tears of her face with her blood stained hands she smeared a touch of blood on her face. Looking very angry she started to sprint. She sprinted for about five minutes and then spotted her brothers pale body lying by some underbrush. Joey looked at him for a second and turned her head away screaming, "No!" She walked the rest of the way out of the woods and to her house. Quickly to Mrs. Grezegorczykcan I stop for a minute and say that I'm so damn tired of calling her by that long name that I can't even pronounce so she is hereby Mrs. G.
Back to the story, Quickly to Mrs. Grezegorczyk Joey sobbing very hard told her that Valerie and Clayton are dead and that was because they got shot. "What honey?" Mrs. G asked undoubtedly confused.
" One don't you dare call me honey. And two are you deaf their dead," Joey screamed whilst walking away up the stairs that were in the kitchen. She marched down the hall way and to her room slamming the door. Once she was safely concealed into her room she went over to her desk crying and grabbed a thumbtack from a box that was in a draw of her desk sat down on her bed and started to cut her arm making big bleeding slashes all around her arm. When she put her arm straight down the blood would trickle down making her whole arm almost completely blood covered. She grabbed a tissue from a box on her nightstand and tried to stop all the bleeding. Placing the tack back in the box the door flung open and Mrs. G walked into the room. Joey quickly flung her bleeding arm behind her back and it started to stain the back of her blue tank she wearing. "I told the police about Valerie and Clayton hon," Mrs. G paused, "Joey," she said instead of honey. "They will go into the woods and investigated the crime scene."
"I don't care if they investigate the crime scene, but they better not harm my sister and brother. They will have a funeral, right?" Joey inquired.
"Maybe I don't know if we could afford it, and a discount funeral isn't right to do. Valerie and Clayton deserve better. Mrs. G replied.
"I don't care if it is a discount funeral we just need to honor what great people they were until they were murdered," Joey said looking straight into Mrs. G's eyes.
"Maybe Joey." Mrs. G walked out. Joey took her arm out from behind her back and looked at it was all smeared and a little dryer now. She took off her tank so she was just in her bra and examined the back. It was covered in blood. "Good thing it wasn't white," Joey, said to her self, throwing the shirt on her king sized bed. She sat down at the desk after grabbing the box of Kleenexes to try and stop the bleeding in which she had caused. "Ow," she said wincing as she pressed the Kleenex to her arm.
The bleeding continued for a while and Joey walked around her room thinking about Valerie and Clayton. She bled for at least an hour before it quit and she went under her bed and pulled out a box. After she sat on her bed still holding the box she opened it and picked out a picture. This current picture was a picture of a woman with brown hair and a woman with black hair standing together outside of the house Joey was in. All Joey knew about these people is that their names were Sydney Bristow and Nadia Sanchez. Sydney was her mom, and Nadia was her Aunt. "Why did you have to die mom," Joey whispered a tear in her eye. Joey also knew that they both worked for the Central Intelligence Agency. They died along with Joey's dad, Michele Vaughn when the agency was bombed and set into rapid fire. "I'm the only Vaughn left," Joey said to her self, "But why." She rubbed her arm gently because it was still sore from bleeding. Skinny scabs were starting to form were she cut herself and her arm was very itchy also.
"Knock, Knock can I come in Joey," she heard Mrs. G say knocking lightly on her door.
"One minute," Joey said and ran over to her dresser and took out a green turtleneck sweater. She took her blue tank and threw it in the dresser pushing the drawer shut. Quickly she put the green turtleneck on and walked over and opened the door. Signaling for Mrs. G to come in she sat on her purple sheet covered bed. "Did you need something?"
"Yes, Joey dear, do you want to talk about it? Oh and the police moved your brother and sister to a hospital morgue."
"But there cold there," Joey complained.
"I doubt they feel cold, their dead sweetie," Joey gave Mrs. G a look.
"Joey."
"Get out you F word brat! Out, out, out of my room! Now!" Joey screamed at the absolute top of her lungs.
"Young lady don't you dare swear like that again," Mrs. G said shocked.
"Out!" Mrs. G got up walked to the door and slammed it shut. "Good," Joey snarled. She started to cry, and she cried her self to sleep.
"Why am I the only one left? Why did everyone I love die?" Joey said, she was having a bad dream. A Vision of Valerie and Clayton lying on the ground in the woods and the picture of Nadia and her mom flashed through her mind. She dreamed that she was running through the woods lost and that a guy wearing a mask was chasing her with a gun in his hand. He was shooting and a bullet it her in the ankle. She fell to the ground. "No," she screamed. And then woke up crying. She looked at her clock and saw that it was 2:17 in the morning. She lay her head on her pillow and fell back to sleep.
