the death

Although It was almost midnight, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching our house. I opened the door to my room. Swiftly, I marched down the stairs, the floorboards creaked under my feet. It was cold, and I forgot my coat upstairs. I decided to keep moving. Nearing the front door of my house, I heard whispers. Not one, not two, but three voices. They were all raspy and breathy. I could hear only parts of what they were saying… "of course, she stays here...sacrifice….alone....got that gun?" panic seized my body. My heartbeat fastened, as I decided to go back to my room. Back there, I lay as still as possible. Were they talking about me? Or mother? Or my sister? Eventually, my breaths leveled, but I was still alert, jerking at every sound. The house grunted and groaned as the men… or women… or both, moved through it. The wooden door to my room scraped against the floorboards, and three figures entered my room. I could barely breathe now. I lay so still, my hands were numb, and my legs straight as a stick, my eyes shut tight, not wanting to witness what would happen to me. The deafening silence surrounded me, and curious, I opened my eyes, my vision still hazy. Something grabbed my wrist and covered my face with a cloth. The corners of my vision started to blacken and eventually it was dark again.