alabama school of fine arts
Author: Yours 4 Good

Chapter 11
This story is dedicated to one of my good friends Aallya

This story is dedicated to one of my good friends Aallya who was murdered similarly.

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I was watching American Idol with my brother and my father on a giant T.V that is not a flat screen but a huge box about the height of my dad who is 6 ft. 1” and about the width of an elephant. I and my brother each sat on little green bean bags on the floor. My dad sat on a pale red coach behind us. Otherwise there was no other furniture in the room. The lights were turned off. We had just ordered pizza a few moments before when we heard a knock at the door. My dad volunteered and got up to go answer it. He went down the hallway where we couldn’t see him. A few moments later my father screamed in agony. My brother got up to see what was happening. I stayed on the bean bag, frozen in fear. My brother ran towards the hall. But before he got there he stopped dead and dropped to the floor. A stream of blood trickled from his mouth and blood gushed from a large knife wound in the shoulder area. I stared at the shadow that loomed over my brother’s body. The features of this man that I could make out were that he had long curly dirty blonde hair that went just over his dark brown eyes. His pale skin made him look terribly unhealthy. I didn’t move. He didn’t seem to notice me while he licked his lips and muttered to himself. I started to creep my way towards the bathroom where the light was on. I knew that there was an emergency phone in the drawers in the bathroom that were here for this kind of situation. The old apartment floor creaked beneath my feet and his head jerked up. I screamed and ran towards the bathroom. I climbed on top of the toilet. He rushed in. I then recognized my father’s and brother’s attacker as my cousin. My cousin was the one who had attacked my brother and father. I wailed and shut my eyes, trying to block the terrible sight from my vision. I don’t remember much after that. But I saw it after I recovered from serious injuries in the Los Angeles City hospital a few days later. I had kicked him in the face as he stabbed me in the arms, hands, feet and legs. He had fallen backwards and hit his head on the edge of the bathtub, causing him to pass out. I also passed out from loss of blood. The pizza man found me and my family a half an hour later. My cousin was put in jail for 7 counts of 1st degree murder. It turns out he had killed 5 more people not counting my brother and father, who died on the way to the hospital. He had been taking drugs for 6 mouths and was mentally ill.

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 This story is dedicated to one of my good friends Aallya who was murdered similarly.

 

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