Family Murder

• Emily Peck, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2015

I was scared as I sat in my room. There were all the loud sounds coming from the lounge room, my blood was pumping. I was going to see what it was but I was too scared. Suddenly I heard a knock at my door, I jumped. I ran to the door and locked it. I asked who it was. There was no reply. I asked again getting more scared and backing away from the door. I heard the sound I was fearing, the gun had been fired, someone had been shot.

First I thought of my younger brother. I hoped it wasn’t him who was shot. I was going to open my door when I heard the steps of the killer. I ran and his under my bed. I heard my door handle turn, I hoped I locked the door properly. I heard screaming coming from my mother’s room, I wanted to do something but I couldn’t, my phone was downstairs. If I went outside my room I would get shot. I started to think and cry. My brother hadn’t said anything. I was hoping I wasn’t the only person who was still alive.

I heard footsteps again, but this time they were going down the stairs. I hoped he would go out the front door. I waited and listened I heard the door shut. I ran out of my room and down stairs to get my phone, I ran back up stairs and into my brother’s room, he wasn’t there. I was scared, was I the only one left?

I ran into Mum’s room. There was blood and stuff everywhere. There were pieces of broken glass all over the floor. I was very careful where I stepped so I didn’t cut myself. I saw Mum laying on the floor with blood coming out from her head and a bullet wound in her arm. I ran to her to see if she had a pulse, she did. I rang the ambulance. I held her hand and told her to hang in there, everything is going to be alright.

I asked her if she knew where my brother was but she shook her head. My heart pumped faster. I left my mother and looked around at the rest of the house. I started calling his name, there was no sounds the house was empty and all I could see was glass. I was feeling sick, suddenly there was a knock at the door it was the paramedics I showed them where my mother was. They then rang the police. I was still looking for my brother. I started looking down stairs when I saw the mess, it was dreadful the smell of blood and dirt, I found my brother lying in the corner. I went over to see him and to see if he was okay but he wasn’t.