A/N: Sorry guys, but I have been experiencing writers block, breaking one guys heart for another who doesn't even like me, and reading Breaking Dawn, which I hate by the way! It's like a bad fanfic!!
The words kept flashing in my mind. I will choke Marti, drown Edwin, burn Derek, and rape and
murder Lizzie. Why would someone right that, why would they want to do it and who is this someone? I
awoke in the middle of the night screaming, and Derek came to comfort me. He hugged me to his chest
and told me that everything would be ok, no one was going to hurt me. He wouldn't let them, but then I
thought what if he got hurt trying to protect me? How would I live with myself then? I couldn't, so I just
hugged him to me, knowing that if it came down to it, I would die to protect him. He was not going to die
for me, ever! I slowly brought my lips to his, he deepened the kiss. Then I fell asleep…
I woke up in Derek's arms. Knowing that we would get in trouble caught like this I woke him up and
helped him to his room. He pulled me with him unto his bed saying five more minutes, I laughed at him
and told him that I had to go. I slowly disentangled myself and then I darted out of his room, my cheeks
still red from him touching me.
I walked down the stairs and screamed as I saw Marti there, laying limp and lifeless. Nora was
down the stairs first as I was on my knees crying and blubbering. Derek had to pull me away again. This
was not working for me, Nora called the police but they couldn't hear a word she said because she was
crying so hard, I was silent as the tears flowed, I looked up at Derek face and saw a great amount of grief
there. I knew he was trying not to cry, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his
shoulders. I was shaking silently with my sobs. I hugged him to me as tight as I could. "Why,
Derek…Why?" he shook his head not trusting his voice. I walked to the bathroom and opened the door,
seeing the bathtub filled with a body…I slowly turned around and walked to Mom. She looked at me and
was surprised by my blank stare, I pointed towards the bathroom and she walked over to the door and
peeked in. The scream that filled the house did nothing to me. I was done with crying, done with being
scared, done with it all. I grabbed a kitchen knife and went to the garage, not knowing what pulled me
there. As soon as I opened the door I saw him. My dad, he wasn't going to get away with this. I looked
him straight in the eye and lunged at him….
He screamed as I dug the knife into his arm, knowing the police would be here any minute.
He was not going to get away. Not this time. I pulled the knife out and stabbed him again, this time in his
stomach. He screeched like a monkey, next thing I knew Derek was pulling me off of him, and cradling
me in his arms. The cops arrived outside and I had a feeling that this wasn't over yet.
A/N: I know it sucks, i'm kinda depressed...