Her screams still rung in my ears three years later. It was loud, blood curtling, terrifying making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up right. I remember the feeling of the carpet under my feet as i walked, stunned, foward down the hallway, scraping under my feet like thousands of tiny needles.
The darkness covered me like a blanket making everything duller hard to understand. I gripped the wooden baseball bat in my hands tighter, getting ready to use itif nessacary. I felt a flutter of commotion as someone ran breathless up the stairs. The pounding of their feet was the only sound i heard now. Everything was quiet, too quiet. My dads anxious face came clearer in the dark as he walked towards me. Grabbing me by the shoulders he said something i couldn't understand, it was like cotton was stuck in my ears. Shaking my head trying to clear my scattered thoughts his voice came clearer, like turning up the volume on the radio.
"...your sister. Where is she?"
Those five words is what turnes my world upside down. What blurred the lines of right and wrong.
