Today was not a good day. My parents won't stop fighting. They said they are getting a divorced. They broke a lot of things, mainly picture and picture frames. By they I mean my mom. I'm in my room, laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. My dog Oz Is curled up by my head. I'm supposed to be asleep right now. It's one in the morning and I have school tomorrow but for some reason I can't sleep. Maybe its because there fighting. I am a little worried. As I get up to walk over and turn my tv off I hear the front door open and close. Someone's here. I thinks it's Trey. He's my parents friend. He has been coming over a lot recently. I like him being here cause when he is here my parents don't fight, mainly cause there's a "guest" over. I ignore it a walk back over to my bed and start to get up on it when I here a gun shot. Typically I would ignore it given that I'm used to them but this one sounded close. Like it was right here. I start to panic. I stand still until I hear my dog Oz start to bark. I quickly run over to him and tell him to be quiet. I go to my closet and grab my baseball bat. I slowly walk out of my room, quietly shutting the door behind me so Oz don't get out. I walk out of the hall way and now I'm in front of the front door. I look into the living room where I see a man. He has a gun in his hand and he's looking at the ground. I follow his eyes. I see a person and a bunch of blood. "Mom" I whisper under my breath. Quietly enough so they don't hear me. But that doesn't matter as everything starts to go silent and all you hear is the sound of my bat crashing into the tile floor. The man in the living room looks at me. Another gun shot goes off. But it wasn't from him. There is someone else and if I am correct he just shot Brian. My step dad. The man looking at me pulls up his gun and points it at me. The other man runs out of my parents room and says.
"No don't shoot her!" Trying to stop him but it's to late. He fires. I close my eyes. I'm waiting for the pain but it never comes. I starts falling as a heavy weight is colliding with me. I open my eyes to see my brother. I put my arms out trying to hold him as we both fall. He jumped in front of me. Why? And when? I didn't even see him. Why would he do that. He could have run. I start to think to myself but his voice takes my attention.
"Hut" he says. I start crying trying to hold it back. I nod my head and quickly kiss him on the forehead then I try to stand up. I trip once or twice. I look over at the men and they start running towards me. I run to my room closing my door. I then push my bed in front of it. I look around my room when something catches my eye. My emergency bag. It's for if we have to leave in a rush. Giving where we live, it's very important to have. We each have one. It has clothes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, extra chargers, some money, and whatever else. I hook up my dogs harness and strap his bag on it. Yes my dog has one. We trained him to hold it. The harness has to clips on his back that will hold the bag. His has stuff like dog food, a toy, and like survival stuff for me I guess. Like a knife, rope, whistle, and that's really it. I run over to my window and unlock it. I get my dog out first then me. I yell to my dog.
"HUT!" And we both make a break for the woods.