I hear footsteps on the stairs. I know who it is: Amy. I hope she escaped. She usually manages to stay on Mom's good side, unlike me. But then she opens the door, and I see that she has received a worse beating than she has ever gotten before. Her cheek is purple, her nose is bleeding, and her lip is cut. She looks worse than ever. I pull my sister close to me, my face in her hair. "What did she do to you?"
"She was going to kill you,Ian. She was going to kill you," she mutters. "I couldn't help it. I screamed at her. What kind of a person murders their husband then starts thinking about taking the life of their child? Who does that?"
"Our Mom, that's who. We'll have to watch out from now on, Amy," I say, and pull her even closer. I don't let her go to her bedroom that night, for fear of her life and mine. I fall asleep on the floor.
That night, I dream about Mom slitting Amy's throat, almost exactly like she did to Dad. I was just standing there, couldn't move, couldn't act. I pull up in a flash, and scramble up from the freezing wood that seeps in through the blankets. She has to be there, she had better be there, or else who knows what I'll do.
It's too dark, I can't see anything. I find my way to the door, and flick the light switch. Then turn around. Amy is not there. But there's no blood. Only…
A piece of paper?
So this was rough, but I had no idea what to do. I know how I'm going to end this: on a tiny cliffhanger that will finish it up nicely, but I'll have to end it before that if I don't have ideas, SO PLEASE HELP ME. And yes, it might take a while for the next update on this story. Sorry!