Flash back)
The night sky surrounds my room as I wake up to see a figure standing at the foot of my bed, I cannot make out who it is, but it looks like my father.
"Dad is that you?" I ask while yawning.
Before I get an answer, another man comes running in, he stops beside the other man and starts staring at me. I am starting to freak out with the little light emitting from the moon. I can make out a face and it is not my fathers nor is it my mothers. I pull myself to the head of my bed and keep staring back at them hoping for them to turn around and leave me alone.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Where are my parents?"
One of the men finally speaks up. His voice is deep and gravely it sounded like an old man who had been smoking for 30 years but I knew he was not old because he did not look it.
"Shut the fuck up and we won't hurt you."
My whole-body freezes, I know that voice. All the memories start rushing in from the time he first touched me to the time he raped me. I knew exactly who this man was, and I wish I did not, sitting in my bed staring at the man who raped me was tormenting and traumatizing. He did not even know I knew who it was and that made my whole-body shiver. I did not move, I did not speak, I dared not to even try escaping.
The silence surrounded me as I try to contain myself from the swelling tears in my eyes.
All my thoughts are clashing with each other, but I know I must get out of here alive, and I must be quick about it. I look over to my bedside table and remember I have a knife in the drawer, when he turns around, I can grab the knife and attack him.
"what's taking so long?" the man says under his breath.
He turns around and I go for my drawer I grab the knife and sit back on the bed hiding it under my legs, he does not seem to notice this, so I go for it I crawl up behind him and put the knife right through his neck. Being sure not to create too much noise I place my hand over his moth to muffle the sound of his screams, he bites down hard but I dot budge because I know if I let go, he will kill me. Slowly but surely his grip loosens around my wrists, and I hear his final breath escape through his mouth. I let go and place his body gently on the bed trying not to create much noise, I look around and realise I cannot get out unless I go through my front door but there are more people down the hall. I softly place my feet on the ground walking over towards my attack I grab his gun (handgun) and knife placing the knife in the brim of shorts for easy access.
Walking out of the door I look down both ends of the hall and see to men down the left side in my brothers' room and one person at the stairs, quietly walking down the hall to the stairs trying not to disturb the squeaky floorboards, I walk up behind the man placing the knife at his neck and slowly slicing it muffling his screams with my hand again. I place the body down on the floor and run down the stairs as quick as I can and run out the door, I do not know how far I was running for, but I did not care because I knew they would have heard the front door open and would be after me. My feet start to hurt from the rocks and dirt I was running on, I was cold and wet as the rain started hitting my skin. I stop over near a park and fall to the ground; blood covered my hands and shirt. Walking over to the bubblers I clean of my hands as the crimson red blood runs down my fingers into the water below.
(After the incident)
I allow myself to calm down before I continue walking, I get to the police station and bang on the door, its late but I am hoping someone is in there.
I open the door and I see three police officers standing there in shock and horror, they look at me surprised and concerned I look down and remember I have blood all over me, they probably think I am a murderer, well I am but it was self-defence they were going to kill me I had no other choice other than to kill them to get away. But they does not say anything an instead grabs me by my hand and pulls me inside shutting the door behind them.
"Why are you covered in blood, are you hurt?"
"No, I'm not hurt and it's not my blood".
As soon as I reach the police station, I tell them everything that happened leading up to the events of my house being broken into, it turns out that the men who had broken into my house had escaped jail and were being hunted by the cops. The men who I had killed were on death row and had escaped after a guard accidently left the gate open to the courtyard, the other men had been found in a house nearby the police said that I had scared them of after running out of the house.