Family Killer

• Emily Bekavac, Grade 10
• Short Story
• 2019

I didn’t mean to kill her. Death lurked in every door way with hell at one dark window.
I mean, what was I meant to do? I was stuck down there for weeks. Every exit door, filled with cement. Trapped. I was trapped. Lost, alone. Please! Help me.

My name is Margret Brown, born 1998. Out on a sunny day, out to pick up the coffee orders and take them back to my new internship. Walking back with the coffee’s through an alleyway all alone. I was hearing some movements, I looked around. Nothing. HELP!
I felt these hands latch on to my waist, hands that felt soft and supple but yet rough and torn. These hands coverved my mouth with a cloth. Pitch black.
I don’t know how long I was out for, I woke up in a concrete, dark, muddy room, all closed off, one big door with metal bars locking me in. No windows. No way out.
The door opens, a small yet large figure approaches wearing all black and a mask covering their face. I try to escape, I am snatched again. Thrown out into a hallway with multiple doors, big metal doors. All unlocked, all filled with either headless dolls, or cement. At the end of the hallway was a large window, large enough for a person to escape. I could see light from this window that led to a room with unlocked doors, the way out. But how?

For weeks I studied how my kidnapper moved within the real life version of a horror doll house, when the kidnapper was out of the roomed window. This is it. It’s all come down to this moment. I smashed the window with my fist. Blood bursting all over me. I hear footsteps, get louder and faster and louder, I panicked I grabbed the thing closest to me, a golf club, why just a random golf club? I don’t know. The kidnapper came closer with a knife aimed at me. I swung the golf club and knocked the knife out of my kidnappers hand, running towards me faster and faster, I had to save myself. I swung the golf club at my kidnapper. I hit straight in the temple, then the stomach. Crashing to the ground, I noticed blood, alot of blood coming from under the hood. I pulled the hood and mask off. Dead. I checked for a pulse. No pulse. I killed her, I killed my sister. I didn’t mean to kill her. I’m sorry.