I know this is a day early, but I managed to get all my stuff done so here ya go.

Chapter 6

We'd been living with Kevin and Karrie for a total of 6 months. One day, just out of the blue, I started to get that feeling again. Something bad was coming. I didn't ignore it this time. I told Laura and she thought I was being silly, until I told her about the last time . I wanted to warn Karrie and Kevin, but she said they'd just think I was being paranoid. We decided to be on the look out for anything. What actually happened no one could have saw coming.

It was our 9th birthday. Kevin was gonna take us to school that day cause Karrie wasn't feeling well. We were running a little late. Kevin got to the door and was calling to us to hurry up as he opened it. We ran down the stairs, expecting Kevin to be at the car already. He was standing perfectly still in the doorway. We heard him yell no, and then there was a really loud noise. We'd never heard a gunshot before. Laura screamed and grabbed my arm. I just stood there and watched Kevin fall to the floor.

I looked up when I saw him move, at least I thought he was moving. Jeremy was kicking Kevin out of the way so he could close the door. I spun around to loosen Laura's grip on my arm and to place myself between her and Jeremy. Jeremy screamed at me to move. I told him no. He told me to move again and I still told him no. I could hear Karrie talking on the phone in the kitchen, so I knew I just had to stall until the cops got there. That's when he said it. Jeremy told me he didn't want to kill me. He wanted me to watch my sister die. That's where my memory of that situation stops.

I woke up in the hospital…..again. Laura was there sitting next to me just like last time. She said I'd been shot. Twice. I asked her what happened to Jeremy and she just shook her head. She said Karrie would be back soon., she was talking to the doctors. I kept asking her about Jeremy until she finally told me. Jeremy was dead. I'd killed him.

It took a bit more pushing, but I got all the details from her. She told me that I had started walking toward Jeremy. He kept telling me to stop and then finally got a shot off into my right shoulder. I didn't even flinch. Jeremy fired one more time and hit me in my stomach toward the left side. I still didn't flinch. I just kept walking until I reached him. When I got to him, I grabbed the gun out of his hand, ejected the clip, and fired the chamber round into the floor. Then I turned the gun around so I was holding onto the barrel and started beating Jeremy with it.

The cops got there 15 minutes later. They had to beat me down to make me stop hitting on that kid. They found Laura hiding in the kitchen under the table with Karrie. It took quite a bit of convincing to get Karrie to let go of my sister and come out of there. Apparently Karrie had come out of the kitchen at some point and saw what I was doing. She grabbed Laura and ran for a place to hide. She was afraid that I would turn on her or my sister next.

I stayed in the hospital for a week. On my last day the social worker finally made an appearance. She told me to get dressed and she'd take me home. I thought she was taking me back to Karrie's. Laura had been staying there at night and at the hospital with me during the day. I should have known better. Just before we left, the doctor came in and gave me a shot. I got into the social worker's car and fell asleep a few minutes later.

I woke up the next day in another hospital. I knew it was daytime cause there was sunshine in my room. When I tried to get up, I couldn't. There were restraints around my arms and legs. I started to panic then. I was screaming for Laura and Karrie for a good 10 or 20 minutes before a nurse came in. She had nice eyes. I started to calm down when I saw her. She told me that she'd turn me loose if I calmed down, so I did.

The nurse's name was Kaitlynn. She was really nice. She told me where I was and why I was there. The social worker had brought me to a mental health facility in Kansas City. She had decided that I could no longer be left in normal foster care because I was too dangerous. She's lucky I never saw her again cause I probably would have hurt her for taking me away from my sister.

Kaitlynn also told me that the meds they were going to give me would make me forget things. She said that if I could I should pretend to take them. She was worried about the side effects because of my age. They wanted to give me almost twice the normal dosages they'd give an adult. I probably never would have survived that place if it hadn't been for her. She would even sneak out letters to my brother and sister for me when she could. I did everything Kaitlynn told me to and was out in 6 months, but not back with Laura.