"Crack"

That was the sound of gunshots outside of our house, I wake up every time I hear that sound. Then I wait for myself to calm down and go back to sleep, it's always like this. Get scared of gunshots, hide under the covers and, then go back to sleep. Like a pattern or order that I can't stop, it's just manual. I heard hushed voices downstairs and they didn't sound like my parents.

I pulled off my covers and carefully get out of bed.

The floor was cold as ice. I just wanted to jump back into bed and hide from all of this, but I continued downstairs. Gripping onto my stuffed cat altho it was a life line. The hushed voices I had heard were louder now and, I could clearly hear what they were talking about.

"So what do you think we should do with them?"

"I don't know? Maybe raid the place and then burn the house down."

The voices were coming from the living room. Two rooms down from where I was currently, I tiptoed over to the side of the door and peeked inside. Red was all I could see. It was splattered everywhere. Over the couch, the white table, the walls and, the floor I stepped back. My eyes were wide and I dropped my cat.

I just stood there shocked. I felt someone put there hand on my shoulder. I didn't jump I didn't even react.

"Hello little girl we're here to help" It was the same guy who was talking burning my house down. I turned my head to look at him

"Lies" I whisper

"What?" he says

"There all lies" I said as I started to giggle, about the whole thing. My mind must have broke down. I grabbed his hand with both of mind and threw it off my shoulder. Then I dashed over to the kitchen, and grabbed a butter knife. The guy as I guessed he would followed me. Right into the kitchen. I then turned around and saw the guy no, fire tongue had a gun. I hid behind the kitchen island and stayed there planning my next move.

"Have you finished up with your task yet" said a distinct voice from the doorway of the room. I looked over

 It was my mother.

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