Star of Life

It was an unusual cold day. The temperature seemed to just dissapear. For may, you wouldn't expect to wear a hate and gloves. Everything just felt off. I shrugged the thought off and focused on getting home. I kicked the little pebbles on the sidewalk. Probably scuffing my Black converse. Each crack i would jump over. Like i did when i was little.
/Flashback
"Come on Haven!" My dad called to me. Already 1 house in front of me
"I cant step on the cracks!" I called joyfully to him. I was only 6 almost 7. My mind was full of wonder. I used my imagination as much as i was allowed. My dad stopped and waited for me.
"And why is that?" He asked me amused.
"Because if i do, the sidewalk will slip apart. The cracks are what’s holding them together." I stated proudly.
"Do you mind if I join you?" My dad asked. My face lit up with joy. 
"Yes!!!!! But be careful. You don't want to brake the sidewalk!" I reminded him.
"I'll make sure i wont" He said while helping me jump super high over the next crack. All the way home we jumped and laughed. 
End flashback/
Its one of my favorite memories with him. You see, that was 8 years ago. Later the next year, right after my 8th birthday, My dad had to go someplace for work. He didn't tell me where though. Well anyway, the next day he was reported missing by my mom. He was no where to be found. After 3 years of looking, the police gave up and announced him dead, Closing the case. 
A tear escaped my eyes as i try not to think about it. I'm trying to be optimistic about it, hoping that he's out there somewhere. Wanting to come home. I will find him. I don't know how but i will.
I changed the thought, not wanting to breakdown in the middle of the side walk. 
My thoughts were interrupted by a scream. A long painful scream. Shocked, I turned to where it came from. Down Millcumes Path, which happened to lead strait to my house. Worried, my slow, steady pace went to an uneasy jog. My mother was home alone. She's all that I have. I have to make sure that she's safe.
Another bloodshed scream, then another. A voice just screaming for the pain to end. Each plead just seemed to come from different directions with them ringing in my ears. When they seemed to tone down, there were easy to tell that they came from the house at the end of the street. Where a mother and daughter lived. The funny thing is, I'm the daughter. And those, were my mothers screech's.


Most of my life, its always been me and my mom. We would share everything together. No secrets, no lies, nothing. We were always a team. All I could think about was what would happen if she were to get hurt? I sprinted as fast as i could to my house. I flung the door opened. I was so worried that the house that I knew inside and out, seemed like a baffling maze. My ears were ringing with the screams coming from the top of the stairs.  Steady, i inched up the stairs, my mind screaming to run up to her, but i knew that she wouldn't be screaming like that for no reason. She was pleading for somebody to stop. I changed my mind and ran back down. I dialed the 3 numbers that nobody ever wants to dial.
"Hello this is 911 emergency line, whats your emergency?" The lady on the other line stated. Like she's memorized it by heart.
"Hi, This is Haven Miller, My mother is upstairs screaming for somebody to stop and i think there's somebody up there." I said very worried and fast.
"Address?" She asked like nothing was happening. I told her
"Help will be there soon" The lady snapped.
"Hurry!" I shouted/whispered.
"Just stay on the line sweetie" A new voice popped in. I ignored her and hung up.
After that was settled, I slowly made my way back up the stairs. My mom wasn't screaming as she was before, just yelling and crying, but not screaming. I turned the knob to her room ever so slightly. I peeked in and saw a man hovering over my wounded mother. Blood was everywhere. The floor, the walls, the mans hands. Everywhere. He had a knife in his hand. It had been used. I grabed the lamp as quietly as I could, but not quiet enough. The man looked towards my direction, so did my mom. He started towards me as my mom screamed at me.
"RUN HAVEN!!!!!!" she yelled at me with all her might. I did as i was told. I sprinted down the stairs, but the man was faster. Just as i was about to open the door, he grabbed my shirt and yanked me back. I screamed with pain as my back collided with the side table. He was just about to pelt his weapon into me, until he saw my face. His expression changed, Insead of being bloodthirsty, he was confused, even surprised.
"Let me go!!" I tried. He ignored me and pulled me up. I yelled at him to stop, but like i expected, it didn't work. In the distance, sirens roared.
"Its about time" I murmured. He pinned my arm behind my back and held the knife to my throught, just waiting for the door to burst. "Let me go! they'll shoot you!" I pleaded. As much as i wanted him to die and go to hell, one wrong move and i could be dead.
"Shut up!" Were the first words I've heard him say. All of a sudden, the door burst open. All guns were pointed at the man behind me. 
"Let go of the girl, or well shoot" The head police officer said. The man ignored him, instead he reached into his pocket.
"Don't Move!!" The police officer shouted. Once again, the man ignored him, he brought something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground. Next thing i knew, there was smoke in the air, A cut on my arm, and one less person in the room.