I sighed as I finished making the bacon for myself and another, that other person just so happened to be a glutton. But her and her high metabolism were never worried about going overweight. The glutton girl was my little sister, at this moment in time she is twelve years old. I am seventeen, our parents are always out in business. But they used to be around a lot, that was before they both got offered a job at one of those really big game developer companies. My name is Sage, and my little sisters name is Lilac. Like our parents our hair was jet black, and I had brown eyes while Lilac had light blue.
I used a tong to pick the bacon pieces up and set them on two different plates. Then I set them both on our small table, Lilac grinned as she saw the food and immediately started picking up the bacon and eating it. I sighed again and said "if you eat so fast you'll choke, not that I'd be bothered by that of course."
She grumbled while chewing up her bacon, she finished quickly and stood from the table. She waved goodbye and went straight to the door and out. I sighed once again and stood up myself having just finished. I cleaned the plates off, and went straight to work on cleaning up around the house. I had dropped out of high school in my second year, I was constantly bullied in those two years. Now I stay home and act like the house mom.
When I finished cleaning the house I sat down on our couch, closing my eyes I relaxed. Sadly before I could fall asleep I heard a knock on my door. That's weird it's not time for Lilac to be home, and she wouldn't even knock? There's also the fact that I didn't have any plans for someone coming over today. Maybe it's just someone advertising their products, yah that probably it.
I got up from the couch and walked to our door across the room. I unlocked it and opened it to see a gun pointing straight at me head. Surprised I took a few steps back, the person holding the gun wore all black along with a black mask that covered their face. The y walked in and yelled "put all the valuable things you have in a pile where I can see them!"
I quickly ran around the house looking for absolutely anything of value. I picked up some antiques, and took the safe from my bedroom out. But whatever I brought out seemed to be of no value to the person with the gun. Afraid I continued bringing anything and everything that I knew had at least a little value.
After putting almost everything in the house to the pile that the person told me to make, I put my hands up and stepped away. "This is all you have! Where's the I don't know money!" The person yelled shooting the ceiling.
"I-it's in the safe, sir." I answered him stepping closer to open it. The person nodded telling me to open it and I went to work. I turned the knob this way and that putting the code into the safe, when it clicked open I backed up once again. The person bent down and collected the money and a few other things, he looked over to me after he finished taking what he wanted. He walked over to me, and placed the gun to my head. "No please! I have a little sister!"I yelled trying to stop him from pulling the trigger.
Through a hole where the persons mouth was I saw a sinister smile, "all the better." They said right before pulling the trigger.
I felt the bullet pierce through my skin, and enter my skull. I collapsed to the ground, blood spilled from the wound in my head. The last thing I heard before closing my eyes for the final time was the person maniacal laughing.