It is Christmas time, I am huddled with my Family around the Christmas tree we decorated a few days ago. My
Brother, Oliver, My Mother, Abigail and my best friend, Ethan are here. But I can’t hide my disappointment for the fact that my Dad was too busy to spend Christmas with us because he had some “business to deal with”, which to be honest sound like a lot of bull crap and is just an excuse to not spend Christmas with me, but you never know, that just MY opinion. We are laughing and having fun, opening each other’s presents and enjoying a delicious roast that “Mum made”. (Which really wasn't made by her because I saw the supermarket brand bag that it was stored in, in the bin—way to go Mum!) I then go and get the presents, of which I can’t wait for my family to open, but when I come back, the living room is deserted. There gone. All I see is two
distant figures facing me. They are wearing black masks which look like they need washing and have black tracksuit pants matching their black tops. When they take off their masks, they are beaming at me like they have just won the lottery. Maybe they know where my family is, so ask.
‘Where is my family?’
‘Well, we aint supposed to tell you.’
‘OH PLEASE, LIKE IM GOING TO LISTEN TO THAT CRAP. I SAID, WHERE. IS. MY. FAMILY!’
‘Don’t worry about your precious family. They are fine.’
‘You haven’t answered my question’
‘We can show you where they are...but I doubt you are gon…’
‘Just move out the way I want to see…’
I stumble into the kitchen pushing past the aggravating men. A wave of shock overwhelms me. Blood is all over the floor a knife laying on the ground, slathered in blood. My family are laying absentmindedly in a pile, their clothes stained with blood. It now becomes obvious that these men have killed my family, the only ones I loved were killed by these MONSTERS. Wait...I see Mum and Oliver, but where’s Ethan. He’s not there. But he was with my family a minute ago. Then I come back to reality. What are you thinking Eliza, you are just standing here worrying about someone who is most likely dead and you are just going to let these guys go, and let them do this to someone else. These are murderers, they need to suffer the consequences of what they have done to you. DO SOMETHING!
I turn towards the men that killed my loved ones, the only loved ones at least.
‘How dare you come in and invade my home, just to slaughter innocent people for the sake of your own entertainment. Why couldn’t you do it to someone who deserves it, like YOU?’
‘Uhhh…’
‘SERIOUSLY, YOU’RE BOTH JUST STANDING THERE LIKE YOUR OBLIVIUOS TO WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE. DO YOU THINK TIHS IS SOME SORT OF JOKE?
WELL IF YOU THINK SO, GO AND CHECK BECAUSE NO ONE’S LAUGHING. JUST
SAY SOMETHING!’
‘There’s nothing to say, we like to kill, and that’s all there is to it. We were born to do it and you do not have the right to tell us whether we ARE allowed to do it or not.’
‘GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CHOOSE TO MURDER YOU!’
‘With pleasure.’
Then they abruptly walk out the door without another word. So I chase after them. But that doesn't last for very long because as soon I turn the corner to chase them, they are gone. What am I going to do now? A thought comes to my head, what if I go home, get some rest and then go to my Dad’s and go from there. I might even run into those monsters, but before then, I must be prepared.
I’m going to get those men and I’ll do anything in order to get my revenge at them. Because they’ve hurt my family which has also hurt me. And they’re not going to get away with it.
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