I grew up in Oregon, not as I lived there, but we've been taking trips there literally since I was born. My first birthday at home was when I was turning eight. I was super excited but turns out birthdays in Oregon can't be replaced. I wish that all of my birthdays were there, but we've been going less because of my dad not wanting that job anymore. I hope he finds a good job, but I'm scared that we'll never get to stay at that property ever again. Everything will change. So, I decided to have this story take place in Oregon. I hope all readers know Oregon like I do, the most beautiful state that exists. A second home, and somewhere I long for each day of my life.
I woke up in the woods. My head ached, I remembered last night, I stormed off and... I took a prescription bottle out of my pocket.
I remembered exactly what happened. David was going to kill me.
I got up, still dizzy from the drugs.
I limped half the way, my legs wobbling towards our home.
Our home was a narrow two-story building much like the stick houses in San Francisco, but we lived far from there is a wood called North Star Row.
The reason for that is because here if you look into the sky at night the North Star looks like many in a row.
I opened the front door, it was a turquoise color with a copper doorknob. The TV was playing merry melodies, I grabbed the remote from the couch and paused the show.
"David," I said, walking into the kitchen, I was nervous about what he'd think. I stared at the open flame on the gas stove. I looked down to see David, he was dead.
His neck was gashed open, leaking blood onto the floor. His hair was matted up from the blood and his skin was as pale as the snow.
"Sara!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I heard some stomping on the stairs and soon Sara, my little sister was there. Her brown hair was curled and she was wearing a pink dress.
"Uh. Uh... What the hell happened to David?!" I dropped to the floor so I could hold him. I pulled him into my arms and kissed his forehead. His eyes were still open. I rocked him in my lap, tears rolling down my face.
"You never came back home from town last night. A boy came to visit, he said he was a friend of yours and had news about why you weren't home. He used his bare hands to rip David's... David's. Neck... I ran... Mary, I shouldn't have left! I should've died too!" She started screaming in tears.
"Hey! Hey! It's okay, come here, it's okay." I let out an arm for her to cuddle in, she walked forwards and dropped her face on my shoulder, I brought her into a hug. Me, Sara and David. One last hug as three siblings.
