Warning, this chapter may make you cry. I cried while I was typing it, but I'm more sensitive than most people, so if your a sensitive person, bring out some tissues.
I skipped as I walked in the door with my twin sister and my older brother, rolling his eyes next to us since he was a big bad second grader. Abbigail, my twin, stood next to me, her blonde curls pinned up into a bun as my dark brown hair stayed straight and wavy. We had the same eyes, but hers were more of a darker color.
"Andrew!" I said, giggling.
"What?" he asked, sounding like he was annoyed with us for skipping and acting like idiots, when really he was happy just watching us play around like the little girls we were.
"Mommy says we're making cookies, are you helping?" I said, licking my lips at the idea of my mom's chocolate chip cookies that melted in your mouth.
"All you think about is food, Helen." Abbigail giggled at me.
"You have to admit, mommy's cookies would make you hungry too if you weren't so obsessed with getting a pimple! Your only five," I said, holding up four fingers instead of five. "You can worry about pimples when your face isn't as smooth as my baby behind."
They both laughed at me. I was the weird, crazy, fun one of us.
"Andrew, mommy and daddy wont answer the door!" I hissed out, pounding my little fist on the door with as much strength I had.
Andrew pulled me back and pulled out the key we are only to use when mommy or daddy couldn't get to the door. We opened up the door and walked in.
"Andrew, can you help me get this sweater off." Abbigail complained, "This thing right here is stuck."
"Come on." he said, taking her up the stairs.
I walked into the kitchen, before I frowned when I realized there were no shopping bags on the counters, mommy always went to the store while we were at school whenever we go to make cookies.
"Mommy?" I asked, looking around and noticing she still wasn't here. "Daddy?"
I walked towards the basement, when I heard a scream erupted through the air, which caused me to screan and Abbigail and Andrew came running down the stairs.
"Helen, what's wrong?" Andrew asked.
"Somebody screamed down there, where the ghost are!" I said and I ran to the door, pulling it open. Andrew wrapped his arms around me, pulling me away from the door as Abbigail shut it.
"You know mommy and daddy said not to go down there!" Abbigail said.
"But somebody screamed, maybe a ghost got mommy!" I said, thrashing to get to the door again.
"Come on, lets just go to Aunt Jenna's." Andrew said, panic in his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do. Being a second grader it wasn't easy to figure out what to do. Aunt Jenna wasn't really our Aunt, she was our mom's friend and we went there so much she considered us her friends.
"No!" I hissed. "Please Andrew, lets just go look! We'll all go together and if mommy and daddy yell I'll take the blame!"
Andrew bit his lip, thinking slowly as Abbigail just stood there, not really caring as long as she didn't mess up her perfect hair.
"Fine. But I go first!"
"I call middle!" Abbigail called, she was afraid of alot of things and she was way to much of a chicken to go first and way to much of a chicken to go last.
"Come on then, lets hurry." Andrew said. He pushed dark brown hair behind his ear and his green eyes flashed with fear still.
We walked to the door and pulled it open, before creeping down slowly. We walked slowly, so we made sure not to hit the stairs that would make a noise and alert mommy with her excellent hearing, or daddy with his excellent sight.
"Please, just let us get our children somewhere safe, please!" mommy cried. There was a sound, like someone being hit, a gasp and then a thud.
"Who the hell do you think you are to hit my wife!" dad yelled, there was another sound and dad groaned as we all heard a thud.
Andrew turned to us. "Go back upstairs, run to Jenna's, don't leave there alright?" he said, talking mainly to me because Abbigail was trying not to run down their and hit someone. She may have been a chicken, but she doesn't like it when someone hurts her or her family. She's more of the 'Don't hurt me and I wont hurt you' type of girl.
I nodded, and pulled Abbigail up the stairs, I shut the door behind me slowly and then ran into the kitchen and started heading towards the front door. "Abbigail?" I asked, when I realized I could only hear my footsteps.
She must have went back.
I walked quietly into the kitchen again and saw the basement door open, I pulled it open more and slipped in. I walked down the steps slowly, and I peered down. Mommy, daddy, Andrew, and Abbigail were playing duck-duck-goose apparently, except they were all tied to a chair. How do they play that without someone tapping their heads?
I started to walk down, when I heard the sick laugh.
"You people sicken me." someone said, a man with a rough voice. "It's just good that I wont have any witnesses to this, it saves me so much more work."
"But..." Abbigail started, but then stopped when daddy looked at her.
"Please, let them go! They don't know anything!" Mommy said, tears slipping down her face as she shook her head side to side making her blonde curls bounce.
"Your lying!" the guy yelled, hitting mommy across the face.
"No I'm not! Please!" she yelled. He hit her again.
"Tell us what we need to know!" he yelled. "Or else, she gets it." he said, holding something like one of the nerf guns Andrew plays with, except it was a grey color, against Abbigails head.
She started to whimper and so did my mom.
"I don't know." Mommy said, crying. "I swear I don't know!"
"I'm sick of this game. You can pay the consequences." he said, there was a loud bang, a shriek that wasn't from me and tears streamed down my face as I pushed myself into the shadows and covered my hand with my mouth.
I wanted to run and call for help, but I was rooted to the spot in fear.
"No! My baby!" Mommy yelled, "No! No!" she just kept repeating it.
"You guys are no use to me now!" the guy yelled. There was two more loud bangs, and then yells and screams from my Mommy. I could see red stuck covering the floor and I didn't want to look at what I knew was bodies on the floor.
"No!" Mommy yelled. "Please I swear!"
That big bad bully was being stupid, Mommy would have already told him the moment Abbigail and Andrew got caught.
The guy slammed his fist down on something, there was a loud cracking sound.
I climbed down the steps, and peered in the room, my dark clothes and hair hiding me in the shadows. The man was standing in front of a desk, his back to me. I walked into the room slowly and Mommy looked over at me.
Her eyes widenend in horror. "No." she said quietly.
The man started to turn around, so I moved fast, ducking behind something before walking quietly towards my mommy's desk.
"Your no help." he said, "and now that you see who I am, I can't let you live."
"Please, I wont tell."
"Your lying." he hissed.
Mommy jumped just then, her hands free of the rope as she launched at him, hitting him on the back of the head, it barely fazed him. She pulled out something out of her pocket and flipped it open to show a knife, something my Mommy said to never touch.
She threw it at him, and he caught the blade in his hand, before throwing it back at her, hitting her right in the stomach. She screamed and he strolled over to her, pulling the knife out of her stomach before putting it on her face. He cut her face and she screamed in pain, then with one final lunge at him, he stabbed her in the neck.
She whimper and fell to the floor, her head turned sideways and looked at me. I saw the spark of my mommy, and then nothing.
The man swore under his breath the bad word daddy said not to say, before picking up his things and stomping away. I waited for a while, and then heard the front door slam shut and a car start as it skidded against the rode.
I crawled out of my hiding spot and looked at my mommy. "Mommy?" I asked, biting my lip to keep from crying. I looked over at daddy, he had dark brown hair like me, and dark eyes like I did, except his were just as empty as my mommy's.
It was like looking into a void and as I looked at Andrew and Abbigail's face something ripped inside me and a wave washed over me. I fell over, crying my eyes out and yelling and cursing the words daddy said not to say.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly. Pushing their eyes closed and wiping away my tears.
"Helen." mommy said slowly, before gasping and coughing. "The desk, Daddy's desk, first drawer on the top. Take the file out, keep it with you, don't let anyone else see it. Don't even look at it." she coughed again and I ran over to her.
"Mommy, I'm so sorry. It's my fault, I made Andrew and Abbigail come down here, if we would have left none of this would have happened and they would still be alive. You would all still be alive if I hadn't stood there and watched and beign a bit fat chicken." I cried, tears streaming down my face and dripping on the floor.
"Shh. It's alright baby girl." she said, the void in her eyes was getting deeper. "I love you." I cried quietly as the void got bigger and bigger before her eyes were nothing anymore.
I did what my mom said, walking over to the desk and pulling out the file. I walked over to my mommy, pulling off her favorite ring and her wedding ring, then I walked over to daddy and pulled off his rings too. I looked at Andrew and Abbigail, before pulling off their bracelets that had their names, date of births, and address engraved on them.
I held them tight in my hands with the file, before walking up stairs and dumping everything out of my backpack in the trash can and shoving the little things I wanted to keep.
I grew up in those few moments more than I ever had in my short five years. As tears streamed down my cheeks and I ran to the phone, before dialing.
Soon people filled up my house, and as they carried their bodies out of there, something tore inside me again. I screamed and cried and yelled and whenever anyone got close to me I would scream and cry again.
"No!" I screamed when they loaded them into the van....................
"NO!" I felt the scream rip its way up my throat as it tried to get out but was muffled by my pillow along with the scream in which I bit back.
I sat up quickly, breathing heavily with tears streaming down my face. I put my head in my hands and cried again for my loss for the first time in years. I don't know how long I stayed there, my knees up to my chest, my arms wrapped around them.
Tears streamed down my face and I was rocking slowly back and forth. "Go away." I cried. "Please just go away." I said, covering my ears. I wanted it all to go away. The hallow feeling deep in my chest, th emptiness I felt inside, the pain that was ripping me apart as I tried to keep myself together.
It was to much, I climbed out of bed, staggered a bit and blinded by my tears, I fell then, hitting the floor and my head hitting something as I turned into the blackness to make all the pain go away...............................