I opened my eyes after the two men left my room. I sat up and looked over at my door and saw that it was locked once more. The clock next to me read four-thirty now.

I once again slid out of bed and out of my room. I walked down the dark hallway and peeked my head into my aunt Sara's room to check on her.

She lay on her back, snoring lightly as her chest heaved up and down with every breath she took.

I sighed silently in releif and closed her door. I then made my way down stairs. Once i stepped off of the last carpeted step and onto the cold wood floor, I shuddered as the clod shocked my foot.

I made my way into the kitchen and turned the light on. The black marble counters were just as clean as I had left them after making dinner and the stainless steel fridge looked untouched.

The only thing out of place in the kitchen were a few crumbs on the counter from what looked to be like a peice of bread. "He must have made a sandwich," I mumbled to myself before walking into the living area.

The brown leather couch and loveseat were unmarred, the television set and surround sound were still connected to the wall, and my Play Station was still hooked up to the television.

All the pictures on the wall were still in place and nothing seemed to be missing. However, when I looked at the television stand once more, I noticed that a single picture was missing.

A picture of my parents and I before they were killed.

"Why in the hell would anyone want to take a picture of my parents and me?" I asked myself.

I stood in the living area mulling over the reasons as to why anyone would want to take a picture of my family. "Maybe it was the two men that came into the house," I said aloud to myslef.

"I mean, they did mention me and my aunt."

I don't know how long I stood there, but before I knew it, I heard my alarm's shrill scream pierce through the air. I looked in the direction of the wall clock hanging over the couch and gasped. "Shit!" I yelled as I ran out of the living area and up the stairs.

I quickly shut off my alarm beofre grabbing some clothes and hopping in the shower. I washed myself as fast as I could before getting out and sliding on my clothes for the day.

A pair of black skinny jeans, a white, long sleved shirt, and my trademark Converse. I quickly dried my curly, black hair and put on a light sheen of make up that consisted of eye liner and mascara, making my hazel eyes 'pop', and checked my reflection in the mirror.

I then put in my monroe and put my glasses on. Last night was put to the back of my mind as I left my house and headed to school.











I love this picture of them :3