TheWriterTMG

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the sky is clear, my heart is free,
I want to be what I'm meant  to be

my wings unfold, my path is shown,
I feel what I have never known

I close my eyes, I lift my wings,
I listen as the angel sings

I leave the ground, I'm lost in flight,
somehow everything feels so right

I enter clouds, I feel the air,
my smile was gone, but it's finally there

The sun on my back, my time is near,
I'll fly onward until I disappear

With my cage gone, my chains are broken,
the angel that sings now has spoken

"It's time to leave, you deserve to be free,"
I've become what I'm meant to be

Chapter 2: The Hiding

     Her scream filled the air, echoing around the house and bouncing off the walls. She fell to the floor with a dud. Her blood pooled around her, drenching her wavy blonde hair and white blouse. I wanted to run to her, help her in any way I could, and I wanted to with all my heart. But my body was frozen with the fear of what I'd just witnessed, frozen with happened to my mom, and worse. What could happen to me?
     I started to rise from the floor, when the wood from under me creaked with the shifting of my weight. His eyes darted up to where I was and our eyes met. In and instant I was unfrozen and ran up the second flight of stairs as fast as I could, opening the door to the attic and darted inside.
     I could hear his boots slowly making their way up the first flight of stairs. My eyes darted aroung for a place to hide. Then I remembered what Mom had told me. 'Sophi, I want you to go hide in the attic, in the chest with the white blanket on top.' There had to be some reason why she wanted me to hide there.
     He stopped at the top of the first flight and said, "Come out, come out, wherever you are." His voice had a hint of amusement to it, as if it'd been a long time since he'd been given a chase.
     I searched frantically for the white blanket covering the chest and I found it hidden deep in the corner of the room. I took of the blanke, silently but swiftly.
     His boots hammered down on the second flight of stairs just as I reached wildly for the latch. I flipped it open. Inside was a quilt, made from hundreds of different patterns over the years. I picked it up and laid it on top of me as i climbed in. I reached for the white blanket to put on top of the chest and pulled the lid down, just as he reached the top of the stairs.
     I could hear hsi breaths coming quickly, excited from the fact that he has me cornered. "Where are you hiding, little piggy?"
     I listened silently, for any hint where he was going to go, but there was none. He just stood there, waiting, watching, for any movement, any sound to tell where I was hiding.
     Just when I thought he would enter the attic, he made a left and started searching through one of our rooms. I heard him rummaging throught the drawers, looking for anything that might be of value.
     It was now or never.
     I had to make my move.

Chapter 1: The Killing

     It was just like any other day in winter; the snow falling gracefully around me as I stared up into the sky, my mother standing by the door watching me play in the snow, amd smoke coming from the chimney in an unending stream. I came inside to eat the apple pie my mother baked just the way I liked it. With a lot of cinnamon, the perfect balance of apples and crust, and right out of the oven. We were sitting my the fire, snuggled together in a blanket, when there was a knock at the door. I felt my mother tense, and when I looked up into her eyes, they were wide with fright.
     "Knock, knock," said the raspy voice from behind the door.
     "Wh-who's there?" mom replied with a shaky voice.
     "Come, come, Claira. I think you know who it is."
     "Sophi, I want you to go hide in the attic, in the chest with the white blanket on top." -crack, crack- went the door. "Don't come out  until I say it's okay," she said in a whisper.
     I nodded and ran upstairs as quickly and quietly as I could, but before I reached the attic, there was a final crack as the wood gave in and split in half. I froze, hardly daring to breathe.
     "It's me," was all the man said. I walked slowly, silently as i went back to the top of the stairs, got down on my hands and knees, and watched the rest of the scene play out.
     "Stay back!" my mom said, sounding terrified, His big boots thudded on the wooden floor toward her. His face was twisted into a grin. It was the kind of grin a predator makes when he knows his prey is cornered and there's nothing else they can do.
     She was backing up, trying to get as far away from him as she could, when she just collapsed. He was just a foot away, standing right in front of her. He raised his axe. It was stained with red, from old jobs he must have done.
     "No...please..." my mother pleaded, tears silently streaming down her face. He looked even more pleased to see her frozen with fear, hoping that he had at least a sliver of kindness in his blackened heart.
     He didn't.
     The axe came down.