Midnight Stars

His hands were covered in blood and his face filled with regret. He didn't cry, didn't speak, he was a murderer. Sara was crying while looking straight at her dad who was now bending over her mothers body. He screamed at her, yelling words of pain, "don't tell anyone or you will feel death and be handed a set of wings at heaven's gates." She took off running, but it was too late. He threw down the body and ran toward her, throwing her to the floor. Her brother, John, entered the back door, arriving home from school. He let out a pressuring yell, "anyone home?"

He walked in on the crime spot, yelling and screaming, looking down on his own mothers dead body, and started to yell for his little sister. His dad walked in with a knife in his hand, and threatened him not to tell anyone of today, but he responded, "where's Sara? Where is she? Where is she?" The dad (murderer) pointed out where Sara was. She was coiled up on the hardwood floor crying. Bruises and scars covered her whole entire body. John's body was the same way, but Sara's bruises were worse. Their dad was abusive and when he hit Sara that morning her mother walked in, yelling at her dad, hitting and pounding with her fist, yelling, "these are your kids, don't hurt them." He walked away and she stared down at Sara saying that it'll be alright, and that they were going to leave, but the dad came in with a sturdy knife asking, "where will you go...hugh?" "Away from here, away from you!" She shouted. He struck out with the knife and stabbed her in the stomach. Her face was filled with shock and pain as she stumbled over the knife leaning on her cold body.

Five years went by and Sara and John stuck together but Sara, only being eight, was frighented and scared of the dad who would hit her. John, her older bother, is 17. He came home on a friday night and saw Sara having lunch and his dad nowhere to be found. He walked over to her, checking for their dad, then giving her a journal, telling her, "happy birthday" (she turned eight) and that everything was going be alright, that this was the passport to heaven, the place mom got a pair and wings and a ticking tock waiting for her. "She's proud of you. I'll help you write in here and make a fairy tale of your own." Sara smiled. Then the sound of heavy footsteps came in. He growled, "what is that?" "Its Sara's birthday, Nate," John responded. "Don't call me Nate, it's pronounced dad." "You're no dad, you're the devils son." He pulled out his hand and wrapped it into a tight fist and hit him right on his left cheek, then again but this time closer to his eye. "Stop....Stop!" Sara yelled. John landed on the floor and the dad got over his body and kicked him and punched him some more. John laid on the floor helplessly looking at Sara, whispering "hide." Sara went running.