The Wild

The door opened with a bang, I heard it all the way upstairs in my room, I tip toed to the railing and a group of five fascist supporters stormed in with loud steps. I quickly, and quietly slid my thin, tall body under my bed and breathed quietly, and calmly, and I heard my dad cry out in pain, "help me!" I felt my sanity slowly slip away from my grasp. I heard another scream and a few whacking sounds and a loud SNAP! followed by a loud cry of pain, and curses. A few more smashes and another loud crunch came from my parents room, this time it was my moms scream, and I felt tears form in my eyes.

I wanted to get out of my hiding place and knock them out. I would murder them slowly, like they killed my parents. "Oh god, i'm going crazy" I thought. I wasn't listening for the dying cries of my parents. I listened for the cries, no more, then I listened to the conversation of the fascist scum, "he didn't die without a fight, did he?" one laughed in a gruff male voice, after that, a female voice laughed, "but they died easily, way to easily." I peeked my head out, they where at the stairs, and walked down and out the old door and slammed it shut with a bang.

I closed my eyes and fat, wet tears dripped down my cheeks, I fell asleep, and when I awoke, I shifted my stiff body from under the bed and stretched my large back with a loud pop. I walked along the creaky hallway to my parents room. I looked at their bodies and my stomach clenched with disgust. I looked at my dad's face, his skull was crushed in, his eye dangled from his smashed skull, and dried blood soaked the bed sheets. I moved to look at my mom's mutilated corpse, I vomited on the carpet looking at her corpse, her arm was bent backwards, and her neck and snapped, even broken.