Summary Of ' The Intruder Breaks '

I could hear my breathing as if it was a voluntary action. As I saw my mom car come screeching into the driveway, she rushed out, I ran up to her as I tearfully asked, "Is he okay?" With hesitancy and a sorrow- filled voice she said, "He's dead," I screamed over and over again, "No, no, not my brother! Anyone but him!" and I broke down crying, I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped around my heart, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted for it to not be

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

My head felt as if it was too explode, blood was dripping down from my forehead, and a throbbing pain was coming from my leg. At first I had no idea where I was or what was happening. In the distance I could hear a scream, although it was fading and my eyesight was blurry. I tried to stand up as I remember but I was not able too. I kept wondering to myself if this was a dream, but I felt pain. Terrible pain. How could I feel this much pain if it was a dream. Then all at once it came back to me. The memory, the fear, the frightfulness, the nervousness, and the sadness.

My screams were literally sucked out of my lungs and suddenly we were gone from the alley in a brilliant white flash. A second later I was in a dark void, I felt as though I was being squashed flat between two buildings despite the emptiness of the place and couldn’t breath. Any second now and I knew I would be dead. I clawed at my throat, my eyes bulging from my head and suddenly--

As I speak I pretend to pass out. But then something hit me. I was really in pain on my back. As if someone had stabbed me. I screamed in pain as mom turns me over seeing the wounds that were bestowed upon me. Father rushes to call the doctor and as I see Macy comes running in like dog to come help. As Macy cleans my wounds and slow asked what happened after my father had left the room.

The man and I had to move into a sub-par home. It was all we could afford, as we lost most of our money in the fire. As I was dusting the kitchen I heard the man approaching, screaming like it was the end of the world. I heard his footsteps come near, I felt his fist hit me in the back, he did repeatedly I screamed “Stop!” But he never did. It felt as someone was thrusting a knife in my back, in the same spot repeatedly. When the man left, I felt as I was going to die. I dragged my body to the bed, I laid down as I felt blood drip down my

I told my mom to stay outside. I went to open the door but he locked the door. I knocked hard and when he turned and looked over his shoulder he was grinning as he taunted me and my mom. “LET US IN YOU OLD MAN” I screamed. “Mom give me the key” I sighed. I tried to put the key in the slot except the old man changed the lock. He shook the old key tauntingly right in front of us in the front door. He was so close in fact that his nose was almost touching the glass and I could see his breath on the door window. He was so busy taunting that by the time he realized what was happening, I lifted up from under a broken door, broke his arm, and then grabbed my knife out of my pocket. He tried to swing with his good arm but I grabbed it, slammed it on the table and stabbed my knife into his hand. He screamed like a zebra with broken and broke vocal cords. “Now what did I say about you leaving or else you’d be in that full body cast?” I asked in a hostel whisper. His hand was covered in dark red blood and he had tears in his eyes. “LET ME GO YOU CRAZY LITTLE-” He didn’t get to finish because my mom screamed, “ENOUGH MIRA JUST GET YOUR STUFF. AND YOU SIR NEED TO GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY GO TO THE HOSPITAL, AND DON'T COME

My task was done so I retired to my room for a moment. The monsters were in the kitchen, most likely touching our scattered items. Just milliseconds away from placing my hand on the door knob, I heard an ear shattering scream followed by a small voice squealing “My eye! My eye!” They’re kids, they’re probably just playing. Did he hit her with something? Do I even want to go in there? Is her eye gone? My hand placed itself on the door knob. My fingertips felt like static white noise on a T.V. I worked up the courage to open the door. I ran to the scene and I witnessed my mother violently splashing water in the girl’s face. My father, the two men, and the little boy were all standing in the doorway watching and then monster number one begins hysterically laughing. I grabbed the sinister little child by the shoulder and spun him around and catechized. I asked him what happened but he kept laughing. My legs moved before my mind told them to. They stepped over to the wailing girl and my sporadic mother. My hands reached up to her head where it moved to soothe her. As my lungs were taking in slow deep breaths they began to hitch. My eyes pooled with water and my throat began to sear. Found the strong desire to cough. I announced that there was something in the air. After more investigation, the sound jingling of keys catches my attention. My father raises the lanyard, which has my car keys, and after close

I breath between tears with at least some hope that my mother will still be alive when I hear a moan on the other side of the bed. I gasp when I see her face down I pick her up and I hold her in my arm and she coughs up blood and between little murmurs I catch her telling me that she loves me and that I need to be strong when all of sudden she stops breathing. I stop to sob because for some reason I forgot who to cry instead I held my mother. Sirens get louder and louder when the front door opens and a bunch of people come in repeating into their radios “two people down and one alive” and five people surrounded me ask me “are you okay” and I just look at them with confusion why would ask me that when it was clear that I had just lost both of my parents. They took my mother away and took me to and ambulance outside of my house. As I was close to the ambulance I look over at the police car and found this teenaged boy who look at me with fury that when I realized that had to be the boy that killed my parents everything went black and just felt my body drop to the

Turning the light on and closing the door as I enter. Turning around I am faced with the same little girl that I locked in a room alone for twelve years, only giving her the smallest portion for food to just keep her alive. She looks me dead in the eyes with a look of pure evil written across her face. In one hand she wields a knife that looks like it is from the kitchen portion of my room. In the other she holds a heart that seems to still barely be beating. Shaking my head I back away to try and escape but before I can make it to the door Lizzy lunges at me and before I realize it there is a knife sticking out of my chest where my heart is. She start to slice my abdomen open, pulling out my intestine right before my very eyes. Everything goes black as I face the fact that, the most perfect patient I have ever had has been a lie. My final feeling is my heart being ripped out of my body still beating in her blood covered little

Tears come streaming out of my face and my hands start throbbing. I run to the bathroom and take some long deep breaths with little hiccups in between. My shaking hands make it to the old Nobbs in the restroom. My hands tremble in agony as I turn on the water. The water is so cold. It stings when the pressure of the faucet touches the red gashes in my hand. I lift up my shirt and see blood clumped all down my back. A scratch about 7 inches long covers my back. More tears come out of my eyes as I try to wash the blood off. I pick at the tree bark sticking out of my skin. It hurts too much so I stop. I began walking back to the trees my shoulders are droopy and my face is puffy. My voice is quiet and I voice the few words that I'm ready to go home. Every step my legs carried my lifeless body. I cried on the walk home making my eyes super puffy and red once more. Tumbling through the door my mom ask me why my shirt is ripped and drenched in blood. I try explaining the story but my voice is so trembly I start crying again. She helps me clean my cuts out and puts some gauze on it. The rubbing alcohol stings and bubbles as she pours it in my hands. After the moments of pain, I began to feel better. The white tape around my hands looks like I am a professional movie star boxer. Thinking this makes me giggle and I start laughing at the hammock story and why I should have waited to get the nicer once everyone else

I ran back into the kitchen in a panic. After that, all my head went to was static. I remember picking up one of few sharp knives I had finished washing a few minutes prior to what I had just witnessed. My heart was racing yet it felt so numb at the same time. I inched towards to Rusty as quietly as I can, slowly raising my arm holding my weapon. “I would’ve preferred you killing me than my baby. But if you want to take away her life, I might as well take away yours.” That was all I managed to get out of my mouth, my final words to the man I once loved, as I proceeded to shank the back of this neck. He stumbled over but had trouble getting back up, causing more of a mess to be made. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the room as I just sat and watched him scuffle. I decided to make the final bold move of stabbing him right where his spinal cord was. The moment when his pathetic lifeless body dropped was the moment I immediately turned around and jolted straight into the cold dark bedroom packing what I could quickly into bags. I casually placed my belongings in front of the door. I strut back to the kitchen, just to pick up a lone rose in a

Walking down a little more we could she the living room and Maggie was still there knocked out on the couch. So we stepped back, as we heard Kiwi give a loud squeal as if hurt. This was the most horrific sound because Kiwi was my everything and here distress makes me sad. Then we could here the footsteps get closer to the living room and we could see a shadow holding a knife creep up to the couch and then it started to stab. Over and over again for a while then looking up at us we dashed for the nearest room and hid under the bed. After that moment I felt my heart beating so fast it was like Speedy Gonzales was running around inside me.

I continue looking around trying to figure out my surroundings. All that is around me is a table of odd objects on top of a laced cloth. The things I can kinda make out was, a knife with a red handle and weird symbols engraved into it, a metal wine glass, and a very old looking book. What are they trying to do to me? My father walks in and grabs my arm and takes the knife and slits my skin open right at the crease of my elbow, and intensely watches my blood drip into the metal wine glass as he chants something in a foreign language. I keep trying to talk, but couldn’t no matter how hard I tried. I finally realized that only my hands were tied to the chair, not my legs. I could not believe that they would be that stupid, I immediately kicked the knife out of my father’s hand and then kicked him square in the nose, which knocked him out. I was able to reach the knife with my foot and cut my hands free, then being able to rip the duct tape off my mouth. I ran to the door, but it was locked, I didn't know how to pick a lock what was I supposed to do? Thats when I realized my Dad was still in the room, i knew exactly what to

Blood overfilled my mouth, as I quickly rushed inside the cabin. I tumbled into the wet room, and dribbled blood all over the sink. Breathing became a labor, and I hung my head low, letting the metallic-tasting liquid drain off my lips. After an extended period of time, I conjured up the bravery to leave the wet room. My palate continued to be pumped with the blood that is my own, and I felt myself losing my sight. I threw down my body onto the loveseat, before I passed out. I glanced over at the door as it is slammed open…