My mom was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, watching the 10:30 news. My dad was beside her, his nose stuck in a newspaper. They looked at me, instead of yelling at me like I expected, they calmly nodded to me and continued with whatever they’re doing. I ran up to upstairs to find my brother. “Tim?” I called. Instead of the usual faggot or squishy brain, there was silence. Cautiously, I creeped to his door and turned the knob. The knob was freezing cold. I close my eyes, expecting another death…

   My brother was working out. Pumping 50 pounds, probably wants to take it light today. I stared relieve until he snarled at me,” Get out of my fucking room dumb fuck.” I was shocked by his aggressiveness. When I didn’t leave he came up to me and punched me in the eye. Dazed, I stagger back. He followed and uppercutted me right under the jaw. I fall to the ground, blood spraying from my mouth. My brother picked me up and punched me in the stomach. My eyes seemed to have popped out of my sockets. I was going under tremendous amounts of pain. He pushed me and I roll down the stairs. Going in and out of conciousness, I just rolled down the stairs and my head hit the floor. My mom and dad came running over. I jumped and landed behind my brother. I started to choke him from behind when I felt my dad pulling me back. My mom was screaming for us to stop fighting. My head exploded. Everything turned black.

   I woke up with the worst headache ever. My head feels like exploding anytime soon. Memories came flooding back to me. My brother and my parents! I looked around. The sofa was flipped over. The plates were broken into pieces on the floor. The T.V. had a big hole right at the screen. Chairs were split into two. My family was nowhere to be seen. Muttering wordlessly to myself, trying to think straight about what happened. I ran over to Toby’s house for some reason. My gut churned when I reached for the doorknob. I felt like turning back, but I didn’t have the guts. I turn the doorknob…

   The room was stripped bare. Nothing in the rooms, just white, bare walls. Bewildered, I went upstairs. That’s when the phone rang. I picked it up. The line was dead.

   “Tom…Tom…I’m home…”

    I turned around, goosebumps creeping down my back. I was alone in the room. I looked out the window and screamed. A wordless, emotionless scream. Pure agony. My life is down the gutter. When I finally stopped, I trudged home. The lights were on. I grabbed my keys and put it in the lock wondering if I had left the lights on. I twisted the lock and my key snapped in half. Shocked, I just tried the doorknob. To my suprise, the door was unlocked. I saw my mom on the couch, staring at the T.V. and my dad, his nose stuck in the newspaper. I stared…

To be continued…