Turning 16 is supposed to be your sweet 16th but it wasn't for me. It
started out great, I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes and my
little sister bounding my room yelling HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOPE!!! You would a
13 year old would grow up and stop trying to scare the living daylights out
of me but no. She hugged me so tight and kissed me on the cheek ad squealed
when I started to tickle her. Then mum came in and sat on the bed and
smiled sweetly and told me my breakfast was ready.
It was really nice and I even got a bright red sports car for my birthday. It was a great morning which is saying something considering the afternoon.
I went to school, went to class, made out with Alex who by the way is still my boyfriend. I finished my exam in record time and got out of class. I arrived home an hour late since I had study group and what I saw when I got home was enough to make your blood curl.
As soon as I opened the gate I knew something was wrong. For one thing our Labrador didn't come running to greet me and the front door was wide open. I walked slowly up to the door and peered inside to see furniture and scratched up walls. I yelled "Mum, Jessica!!" All that greeted me was silence, I tried to reach out with my mind but was still greeted with silence. It was eerie because usually I would pick up something even if it was the next door neighbours but no nothing!
I walked further inside and I fell to the ground. What I saw in the kitchen brought tears to my eyes and made me want to stop breathing. I le tout a sob as I saw the bloodied versions of my once loving family. My sister had been burned alive, my mother had a knife straight through her heart and my father (who was supposed to be on a business trip) was split in half.
I was so overwrought with grief that I nearly didn't hear the people come up behind me until I heard one of them say "Oh god we're too late!".
It was really nice and I even got a bright red sports car for my birthday. It was a great morning which is saying something considering the afternoon.
I went to school, went to class, made out with Alex who by the way is still my boyfriend. I finished my exam in record time and got out of class. I arrived home an hour late since I had study group and what I saw when I got home was enough to make your blood curl.
As soon as I opened the gate I knew something was wrong. For one thing our Labrador didn't come running to greet me and the front door was wide open. I walked slowly up to the door and peered inside to see furniture and scratched up walls. I yelled "Mum, Jessica!!" All that greeted me was silence, I tried to reach out with my mind but was still greeted with silence. It was eerie because usually I would pick up something even if it was the next door neighbours but no nothing!
I walked further inside and I fell to the ground. What I saw in the kitchen brought tears to my eyes and made me want to stop breathing. I le tout a sob as I saw the bloodied versions of my once loving family. My sister had been burned alive, my mother had a knife straight through her heart and my father (who was supposed to be on a business trip) was split in half.
I was so overwrought with grief that I nearly didn't hear the people come up behind me until I heard one of them say "Oh god we're too late!".