The sirens. The screaming. I couldn't handle it any longer. I prayed for a better life, knowing that it's definitely not going to get any better. The killer was on my street, I'm hiding. I looked up to a wooden desk on top of me. Yes, I am hiding under a desk. My special desk. My safe little place. Knowing that my parents are dead and being an only child is giving me a stabbing feeling in my heart. I screamed. I had too. I got up, knowing that the killer had heard me. I bent down, heading for the basement, then I heard a loud BANG! He was in my nabours house, heading to mine next. I have never liked murder, but that's the only thing for me to do. I have to kill him, before he is the only one alive. I only have one big problem. I am too scared, and I couldn't bear to break my mums promise. Which is to never break someone's heart. And technically if I am killing someone, I am stabbing their heart. So I won't go there. That leaves me with the last and only option as time is running out. The killer couldn't possibly find the basement. Even if he knew there was one. Its so secret I only know. I never told my parents. Even the previous owners of my house didn't add that to the house details when it was for sale. I guess I'm the only one that knows. Which is good. So, down stairs I trotted quickly but quietly. I could hear every foot step in the house, so I know if the killer is in my house. And of course, he is. Suddenly, my pulse rate gets faster and faster. And I start to see things, as if I'm dead, but I'm not. The basement is so hot, I am passing out.
