It's longer! :D I had a case of writer's block, but I have an incredible idea in my head! Ergh! I don't know when I should put it in the story though.. o.O Max needs to get home though! I mean, I could ditch him, but that would be mean :(

Enjoy! Sorry for any grammatical errors! Some evil leprachaun put them in there because I pissed him off... ...

July 10

"Leave?" I whispered. I looked down at my toes. Some of the nail polish had scraped off. I should probably re-paint them soon.

"Look, Alex, I know you want to stay here, but it probably won't be safe." I could hear the sympathy in his voice.

I kept my head down. "But you said we could wait for mom and dad."

He sighed and leaned in towards me. "I know. But, Alex, we can't live like this forever."

I raised my head and glared at him. "Forever? Justin, we've only been "living" like this for two months! You're just going to give up like that?" I yelled.

He tensed up and stated firmly, "I'm not giving up, Alex! But I don't usually prefer to see my siblings suffering when I could've done something about it before!"

I balled my hands into fists. "Can we please stop talking about dying and suffering for one day? Justin, if we leave, mom and dad might come back, and what do you think they'll think?"

"Alex! Yes, they might come back, who knows? But I don't want to risk your and Max's lives to wait around for something that might not happen!" he yelled.

"God, do you even care about them anymore?" I shouted. As soon as I said, I regretted it.

He rolled his eyes. "That's low, Alex. That's even low for you."

I closed my eyes. "Justin-"

"I mean, how could you even say that - let alone even think it? Of course I do! But say they do come back, and we're still here. Chances are we're either going to be starving, freezing, sick, or just plain dead. What's going to happen then?" His eyes glistened.

I couldn't think of anything to say. So instead of continuing on with the conversation, I piveted towards the stairs and ran up to my room with a slam of the door.

July 14

I creeped out of my room. The light from Justin's room was glowing, so I could tell he was listening to the radio. I walked down the stairs on my tippy toes. It was the middle of the night. 3:16 to be exact.

I hopped off the last step of the stairs and walked over to the kitchen. I stumbled across the floor since I couldn't see a dang thing. Without the habitual microwave light, the street lamps usually reflecting against the glass doors inside, or the accidental showing of infomercials when the T.V. was left on, the whole house was unbearable to walk through at night. Especially since the ash was covering the moonlight.

I walked over to the refridgerator and opened it up. The glaring light wasn't there; not even the heart-attack-causing ice dropping noise. Everything seemed so empty.

I reached around inside the useless refridgerator and pulled out the first thing I grabbed. By the shape and feel of it, I could tell it was peanut butter.

My mouth began to water with the thought of it. Peanut butter never sounded so delicious.

I twisted the cap to the left until it opened, but then felt the paper covering. I grabbed at the scanty piece at the side and tried to claw it off but to no avail.

I raced to the drawers and ransacked through the silverware. I grabbed a kitchen knife and jabbed at the paper covering until I could rip it off all together. It had peanut butter on it, so I licked it off carefully. It was delicious. I dropped the knife carelessly to the floor by the sink and grabbed a big spoon in the same drawer.

I didn't care about the world right now. I didn't care about if we'd die hungry because I ate this one jar of peanut butter. For ten days, I 'd been skipping meals, and I wanted this peanut butter more than anything in the world.

I rested my hip against the counter by the sink and sunk the spoon into the thick, rich peanut butter. It had collected a major glob. I placed the spoon in my mouth and was soon in heaven.

I sunk down to the ground against the cabinets and savored the sweet moment.

For a few more minutes, I sat there grabbing more spoonfuls of peanut butter until I felt that sick feeling. The kind where the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth and throat and you just randomly feel like throwing up. I also felt pathetic. Eating peanut butter? Straight out of the jar? God, I was being selfish.

I placed the peanut butter down on the ground. I grabbed behind me for the side of the counter to pull myself up. Just when I was pulling my feet closer for better balance, I felt something slice through my left foot.

"Damn it!" I cursed. I looked down and noticed the knife I threw on the floor was sticking out of my foot. I hissed in pain.

I hopped on one foot and started to hobble when I slammed my hip into the side of the counter. A sharp pain echoed through my body, and I felt tears brim around my eyes.

I felt around for the counter next to sink and pushed myself up onto it. I slipped my hand between my knees to the drawer right below me and grabbed a dish towel. I fumbled around for the sink handle but eventually got the water running. I placed the towel under the faucet until I got it wet.

I didn't exactly know how to do this , but I was going to try.

I crossed my injured foot over my right leg. I put pressure on the wound, and the tears started to escape. With the pressure, I gingerly tugged at the knife. I bit my lip hard when I pulled it all the way out. Although it wasn't a deep cut, it still hurt like hell.

I threw the knife into the sink figuring I'd clean it later after I bandaged myself up. I grabbed another towel from the drawer below me and wrapped it around my foot warily. I knotted it at the top and hopped down from the counter.

I figured my hip was cut, but I'd deal with that tomorrow. Or, later in the day.

I bent down and picked up the peanut butter and twisted the cap on. I placed it back in the fridge.

Suddenly, I heard a door creak. I shut my eyes in stupidity. He could be coming to check in on me! But that would be kind of weird, right? Or worse, he could be coming down here!

I froze for a few seconds until I heard the bathroom door open all the way down the hallway of the second floor.

Guys peed fast, so I limped as fast as I could up the stairs and into my room.

July 14

"Alex!" My door slammed open.

I bolted up in my bed. "What?"

Justin stood at the foot of my bed with a bloody knife at his side. "What happened?"

Oh. "I stepped on a knife by accident." I yawned. My foot throbbed with the thought of it.

His eyes were crazed. "On accident? Are you even sure it was your foot, Alex?" His face and words were buttered with scorn.

I squinted at him. "What do you mean am I sure it's my foot?" What else could I have... Oh...

I glared at Justin. "Do you need a body examination, Justin?" I pushed off all of my covers off just before my feet. I ran my fingers up and down my arms and legs. "Look, no cuts!" I pushed off the rest of my covers. "Or is the towel wrapped around my freaking foot good enough for you?" I didn't show him my hips, because there was probably a cut from me banging it last night.

He swallowed. "I wasn't trying to make you angry."

"Well, how else am I supposed to act? God, Justin, I'd love a little trust!" I sneered.

He looked down at the knife. "I just thought... With the knife..."

"Well, you thought wrong, okay?" I stated heatidly.

He sighed. "I'm sorry." He put the knife down on my dresser and sat down at the edge of the bed. "Can I at least look at it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I stuck my foot out in front of him.

He placed a pillow underneath it and gently unwrapped it, but when it finally came off, he hissed. "This is infected. Bad. Why didn't you come to me when it happened?"

I sighed. "It was three in the morning. I figured you were sleeping." Or because I was pigging out on peanut butter.

He stared questiongly at me. "We're you using the knife with anything before you stepped on it? Or was there anything on it? Maybe like dirt or dust or anything at all?"

Yes. "No."

"I'm going to have to get some disinfective spray and some other things. I'll be right back," he stated. He left the room.

I looked at my foot and noticed that it was swollen with a purplish tint to it. I touched it and it throbbed. I placed my foot back on the pillow.

He entered the room again with demonic spray and some other things. He sat back down on the bed and grabbed my foot. "Okay, this is gonna sting a bit." He began to spray.

I clenched the sheets as the pain spread out my whole body. Tears formed once again at the side of my eyes.

He looked at me with sincerity. "Sorry." He grabbed a cotton cleaner thingy and wiped my foot. After that, he grabbed a big band-aid and stuck it on. "I'm done."

I wiped at my eyes. "Thanks."

"When's the last time you had a tetanus shot?" he asked. He gently rubbed around the bottom of my ankle in a circular motion.

A what? "A what?"

"Okay, so I'm guessing not in awhile. Alex, can you tell if you feel... sick in any way? Or if you start to ache anywhere."

"Why?" I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Just cause."

"Okay." I waited for him to let go of my foot. "Justin. You said you were done?" I pointed towards my foot.

He looked down and immediately dropped it like it was on fire or something. "Sorry..." he mumbled. He looked back towards my door. "I should probably leave."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Bye." He left.

Urgh! This chapter seriously SUCKS! I just need Max to get home, then we can get a move on! I didn't want to skip too much time, but July needs to end :P Sorry, guys.

Please review!

Oh! Yeah, I forgot to say on the last chapter, I do have a gutter mind ;) I'd state some more examples, but I don't want to waste your time :)