My name is sarah hurley well actually now sarah hill. I’ve lived a life of sorrow and death for the past two years that I be so terrified of my last name to change it completely. All right I’ll tell the story, I lived with my mom and my dad. We were a happy family for that first decade I lived. Then one night my parents were out really late so I decided to sleep. In the morning  I  saw my dad making tea for himself but there was no sight of my mom. So I went down to ask my dad. “Dad have you seen mom.” “Oh, honey I don’t know how to tell you this but your mom died.” “What! but how?” ” I don’t know. All I know is that she died.”said dad. After he said that I raced upstairs to my room and locked the door. For the next two days I kept on asking my self how could this have happened? Then a week after the death my dad married another woman and I asked my self how could he do that just a week after mom’s death. This woman’s name was Jessica she was  a bit overweight , she wore heavy makeup, and she had died platinum blonde hair. Nothing like my mother I thought. Anyway she was with us for about six months. Then one night Jessica and Dad  were out really late this time I decided to stay awake until they came back. Finally the door opened. I was ducking in the balcony but I saw only my dad with a knife and his hand covered in blood. For the next several months I noticed a pattern and when it came to the night that my dad was gone with my fifth stepmother really late I just wanted to run away. So I took some food and money in a sack and got off at the last stop the bus could take  you to. By the time I got to the last stop I was in the middle of no where. So I found a grassy spot to lay on for the night. In the morning I found myself laying on a comfy bed. I got up and looked around. “Where am I?” I thought. I saw a white bed and a wooden dresser  in the room. I walked out of the room and saw a girl about 24 years old. “Excuse me, where am i?” I asked “Oh, hi I’m Wendy. I saw you lying on the ground in the night at first I thought you were dead  then I heard you breathing so I took you to my home.” “oh, thank you” I said. “your welcome, you can stay here as long as you want.” I really  liked this girl she had sea  blue eyes, golden brown hair, she was young, and she was really kind. I enjoyed living with wendy for the next few weeks she was very kind and really funny. Then one friday night a man came at the door. I  took a peek from upstairs and saw that it was my dad. I saw him and Wendy talking and I heard  Wendy sounding unsure letting  him stay for the night. I knew he was going to kill her so I kept a knife with me to give to Wendy in the middle of the night. At around two AM I’m guessing I woke up. I got out of bed to go to Wendy’s room but on the dresser was a note from Wendy. Dear Sarah, I’m sorry I have to go but I do. This man that came sounded very strange. I feel like he’s going to kill me and . . . something stopped me I saw that it was my dad and when he came through the doorway of my  room, I clutched the knife in my hand and I threw it at him. It stabbed him right in the chest and right then I realized I just killed my own Father .   .   .   

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