Revenge Games
Prologue

*CRASH* *BANG* *CRASH*

The small, loud  house on the edge of the neighbourhood trembled vigorously. Echoes of screaming and crying, roared out of the wooden house. Objects were thrown at the walls, vicious words were being screeched across, making the whole house shudder tremendously.

This would only happen during the mornings, but now the tormenting voices bombarded throughout the pitch black night.

"GO TO HELL!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

*CRASH* *BANG* *CRASH* 

Sorrowful whimpers drifted from underneath the thin cotton blanket where the dark haired girl shivered. The heavy, hot tears simmered down her chubby cheeks, as she closed her eyes tight, hoping the darkness of the room would dissolve her.

She tried to mute out the terrifying words being bawled across venomously, but it's noise just kept getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, her bedroom door silently creaked open, revealing a small face outside. It was her little sister. The girl quickly wiped the tears from her face and motioned her to come over.

Her little sister silently tiptoed towards her bed, her fluffy teddy bear, trailing behind her. She was crying, fearful cries.

The little girl hopped into her big sister's bed. The big sister wrapped her clammy, chubby hands around her little sister's tiny body and put one hand over her fragile little ears.

She shouldn't cry, not when she was like the protective wall that surrounded her sister. The protective wall that held her safe from the terrifying monsters that lurked in the shadows.

She wanted to be strong, she wanted to shield her little sister away from the terrifying world out there.

But how can the protective wall guard her, when it was already so broken? When it was mere seconds away from collapsing to the ground?

Furthermore, how could she protect anyone, when she was so damn terrified herself?

"Shhhh" She whispered as she gently stroked her sister's head, trying to calm her sobbing down. Her little sister slowly started to drift off to sleep, as the petrifying screams started to ease down.

Silence.

This wasn't the kind of silence that you call tranquil, this was not what you call peaceful. This was the silence that was just waiting to be ripped apart by a roaring war. This was like the calm before the raging, terrorising storm.

But the dark-haired girl's heavy eyelids started to close down, exhausted from the heavy tears it had sacrificed. Slowly but wearily she was swept into the world of serene darkness, leaving behind problems of the materialistic world.

But problems just don't go away. They multiply.

And the problem that was going to occur the next day, was the biggest of them all.

A problem that would change her life forever.