BANG!
By: Mrs Jack Mercer
I dont own four brothers, if i did jack wouldnt die
BANG
BANG
BANG
I watched in horror as my brothers killed a living person. It was like being back home going with my dad to his new job.
(Flashback)"Stay in the car you little shit" I heard my father say as he got out of the car loading a gun.
BANG
BANG
Then there was screaming, there was always screaming.
(End flashback)I don't remember how I got back in my bed. Distantly I heard Sofi and Bobby. Bobby taunting her, Angel yelling at bobby, a door slamming. A gunshot..
"Why are you crying! Men don't cry!"
HITI was ten dad, I was fucking ten years old. I sniffed and fell off my bed, I brought my knees to my body and began to cry.
"WHY ARE YOU CRYING?"
"COME ON TAKE THE FUCKING GUN!"
"TAKE IT LIKE MAN"
"Stop it" I whimpered, I scanned the room and saw the window. Next thing I knew I was running down the empty street. All I wanted to do was have a real family, a real dad and it always gets ripped away from me. I miss mom so much, why did she have to leave me? Evelyn Mercer, My mom, is gone she's never coming back and I cant do a fucking thing about it. My brothers would never understand they're clothsher comes from getting the fuckers who killed her, but even if they are dead, I will never be happy again. She was the only mother I had ever cared about.
(Flashback)
"I'm home" I said, I was 11, and I had just came home from school. I saw my mother sitting in front of the TV just laughing even though the TV was off. I took quick notice to how pale she had gotten, how her blond hair had lost its gold color. She was getting thinner everyday. I went upstairs to the room I shared with my sisters. My older sister, Katharine, was 14 and my younger sister, Jamie, was 2. They were the only things I looked forward to when I got home. I opened the bedroom door; Katharine had a gun and was pointing it at Jamie. Jamie was laughing. "Jack, this is for the best, ok, come here" She said in a voice that didn't belong to my sister. She shot Jamie, She shot a toddler, and then she pointed it at me. I caught my breath and closed my eyes waiting for the end. In the back of my head I wanted to stay alive, but I ignored it.
Suddenly my dad burst into it and took the gun. "You little bitch" He snapped then shot her no hesitation. He looked and smiled at me. "Now its just you and me." It took a while to sink in. I ran downstairs and saw my mom on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. "Mom" I chocked that was the only time I ever called her that. I heard laughter from upstairs. He's fucking crazy, but I knew if I ran he would kill me faster, and I wanted that pain.
(End flashback)
I stopped running and fell to my knees in and ally. I sat down feeling my pockets fro some cigarettes. I lighted one and sat in misery, finally I put it out. "I should've died," I whimpered getting up and wandering around again, suddenly I hit something solid. "I-I should've died," I repeated looking up, I found bobby's worried face. "I should've" tears filled my eyes as I looked at him. He nodded slowly and held his hand out to help me up. I pushed it away and stood up by myself. Then I ran as far as I could. I don't deserve such a good family. I stopped at the frozen pond. It would be so easy; I could be with mom again. I walked slowly onto the pound trying to find a weak spot with one foot the ice under me began to crack I started to laugh hysterically as I stepped harder until it cracked again. "JACK!" I heard Angel and Bobby scream. I stopped tears finally falling. "I'm so sorry" I said facing them my weight alone was making the ice crack. "Jack, don't do it!" Bobby screamed Angel rushed forward and grabbed me as the ice cracked. He hugged me as I cried and cried. He Finally led me back into the house as I calmed down.
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING" Bobby said finally bursting. It seemed he was holding all of his anger, because he wasn't talking the entire way. After he chewed me out some more, I went to bed. I layed in bed staring at the ceiling, deciding to pick up an old habit I snuck into the bathroom and grabbed a razor, and went back to my room. I just started slicing my arms over and over. Crimson spilled on the rug but I didn't care. Finally satisfied I placed an old shirt I used that I kept under my bed. Mom never found it, and I was proud of my hiding skill. I soaked up all the blood with the shirt feeling slightly dizzy. I hid the shirt and the razor in my mattress and layed down again. I felt better, even though my arms stung badly. I finally drifted to my nightmare filled sleep.
I woke up early as usual, it was quiet and I yawned. Got up to take a shower. There was dry blood on my blanket and on my skin, I glared at myself, I really should be more careful. "Good mourning," I muttered to Bobby in the hall way as I went back to my room in a towel. I prayed he didn't notice anything I changed into a pair of faded black jeans, a long sleeved navy blue shirt. Today was gonna be hell I can tell. I sighed and laid on my bed again. Suddenly my door burst open. "Hey bro" Bobby said with his trademark smirk. I looked at him oddly. He always tried to take care of me, and I love him for that but sometimes he scares me. "Um, hey bobby" I replied still giving him a suspensions look. "Why are you giving me that look" He glared," Put a jacket on were leaving" I blinked I don't think I can take it if he kills another person. I'd snap." I don't feel to good" I lied and rolled to cover the dry bloodstain. "Ok fine!" He yelled and left the room slamming the door. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I mentally kicked myself any minute now bobby would tell Angel and Jeremiah and they would come in and badger me. A hour passed and no one came, I felt a pang of loneliness and regret. I quickly brushed it off and sighed, this was going to be a long day. I fell off my bed with a thud, I seemed to be doing that more often these days….
Sorry its so short ( i might right more if i get good reviews!