~Saire~
Strange men come into our house. Sam goes in front of me, trying his best to act as a human shield. On the inside I know, there is nothing he can do to save me. I am not as innocent as he thinks I am, not as oblivious. Death has come knocking at our doorstep, and the presence is not welcoming.
"Hello children." The man smiled. I look over to see my mom lying lifeless on the ground, a knife sticking out of her back. All of the self control I have had all my life, just simply vanishes.
"Mommy!" I yelled. I started to make my way towards her, but Sam grabbed a hold of me before I could. "Bastard!" I screamed. The man stopped laughing. I started to tremble, and Sam seemed to be uneasy as well. We both run together to go check on our mother. "Mommy are you ok?" We both say at once, once we get to her. I see the knife, and I know that I have to get it out. Slowly, I pull it out of her body. I know if I do too fast, I can severely injure her.
Once it is out, I realize it is completely stained with her blood. I led out a bloodcurdling shriek. There is no way mom is going to live. There is no way. "Oh, I'm afraid your mother isn't ok. Now move you brats." The man says. He pulls out a gun. "Give me the knife." The man demands. "Saire, give him back the knife." Sam urges.
But I don't want to. Instead of giving it back or stabbing the man with the knife like most people would, I hug it. I hug it so tight, I can feel the blade cut through my skin. But I don't care, this is a part of my mother I would like to keep with me forever. The man just laughs, finding this all so very amusing. I will not shed a tear, I refuse to. I have already shown fear, I refuse to show anymore. The man places the gun next to my head.
"If you know what's best for you, I suggest you give it to me." "Saire…please." Sam whispers, not being able to hold back the tears. I have never seen him so scared in his life. Reluctantly, I let go. The white dress mother had bought me for my birthday had now become stained with her own blood. Who could have imagined such a thing happening?
"Little girl, I am not just a bastard, but hell itself." He whispers into my ear. "Knife…knife…give me the knife." I beg. "No." He says. I do not like to follow orders. I reach forward, easily taking the knife from his grasp. I start digging it into my wrist, the outside world does not exist anymore. What brings me back into reality is my brother's scream. I look down at my wrist. It is bleeding. Not just a little, but a lot. I then scream, finally realizing the severity of what I have done. The man is laughing, he is proud of the pain he has created.
My wrist is stained with crimson, a color I would rather it not to be. "Saire…" Sam starts to say. "Upstairs!" The man screams. Sam and I both obey like dogs obeying their master. Each step makes me weaker, any hope for survival fading. I stop for one second, praying for my brother to make it out alive and for me to be a sacrifice. "Move bitch." He screams.
The first door on the left is the door to Sam's room. "Get in." The man states. Sam walks in, trying to be strong for me, but the weakness is showing. Before I can finish walking through the door, the man pulls me back. He pulls me back so hard, I hit the wall behind me. Everything hurts. "Saire!" Sam yells, reaching out his arm to lend me a hand. Before he can get to me, the man slams the door shut and locks it.
"I love you!" Sam yells. "I love you too!" I scream, finally losing it. The tears are falling down, there is no stopping them. I know this is the end, and the worst part is that I never got the chance to say goodbye. I am bruised, beaten, and dead inside. Now, I am about to be dead on the outside as well.
"Get up. Now." He says in a voice that tells you whatever is said must be done without any hesitation. My body is so weak, I am barely capable of getting up on my own. He leads me to the end of the hall, where my room is located. Once I get in, I run over to my bed to get my teddy bear. Sam had saved up his allowance for weeks to get me this. I want to die with it in my arms.
I hug it as tight as I had the knife, if not tighter. I expect him to pull the trigger, and instant death, but instead he hits me in the head with the gun. I black out immediately, collapsing to the ground. I am not dead, but on the verge of death. He grabs a pillow case, and places me inside of it. Then, he walks towards my table, where my favorite silver glitter duck tape is. He wraps the duck tape around over and over and over again until he is positive I cannot breathe. I still clutch the bear in my arms. Death comes soon after, and my only regret is that I never got to achieve what I wanted to in life.