Dead World

The worlds dead to me. I float about the empty house. I'm going to kill myself soon.

My parents are dead, lying in the living room with glazed eyes.

My brother is dead, with his head in the sink and his body in the bath.

I didn't kill them - No way. I loved them. I don't know who did.

But I heard him sneak into the house. I could tell it was a him, I heard a cough. I was scared. I took my baby sister and hid in the wardrobe. I couldn't warn the rest of my family, they were downstairs. I heard the screams of agony and the evil laugh and I smelt the blood. Then I heard his footsteps on the stairs.

I kept as quiet as I could as he came into the room. Just as he was away to leave though my sister gave a tiny whimper.

I though he wouldn't hear it but his footsteps stopped. And came toward the wardrobe. I closed my eyes waiting for the horror.

Then the wardrobe lock clicked. I heard him tale the key out. We were trapped.

It's been a couple of days since then. My sisters gone. She died in my arms. 5 minutes after her breath stopped I heard people enter the house. I was scared but I shouted for help. As the wardrobe door broke down I saw a police uniform.

I was safe. But my sister was gone. Everyone was gone. But my sister. I loved her the most. She died right before help came. I would stay alive for her. Now I'll die for her. The last thing I see is the kitchen knife glinting as it touches my skin.