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A little girl, stationed on the little rocking chair beside the window, watching through the curtains as her little crush played outside with his other tiny friends, tossing a ball around in a circle and chasing after each other.

The little girl, whom sat inside, smiled a tiny little smile, content with watching from afar.

Her eyes fell half lidded, life couldn't be better.

Peace and quiet in her own home.

She was feeling included with those who went to her school, despite the act that they did not know she was there.

She inhaled a gentle breath, her body relaxing.

A small hum rolling off of her tongue while the sun had begun to set, meaning both her pals and herself would be put to bed soon for school in the morning.

That was— until a loud bang emitted from the second floor of the house, making the little girls bones rattle from within her small body.

Her eyes widened, watching as the kids outside stopped playing, their eyes turning to the house before them.

The one the young girl resided in.

She slowly turned around, her eyes wide as the ceiling lamps began to flicker on and off.

Another loud, deafening bang from upstairs before something hit the floor above her.

The girl let out a startled gasp, her hand moving to cover her mouth.

A third gunshot sounded from upstairs.

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I threw my body upwards, beads of sweat rolling down my face as I looked around, the sound of a door bell being rung from downstairs bringing me back to reality.

I let out a relieved sigh, my eyes lowering to see my new puppy strewn across my lap, his snout buried into his paws.

I swallowed hard, carefully moving the unnamed puppy off of me so that I could stand up and make my way downstairs to see who was at the door.

I hesitated, preparing for if it was Loomis at my door again— thankfully though, it was only Laurie. The now traumatized teenager.

She slouched a bit, fidgeting nervously with her fingers.

Her usually well kept blond hair a mess, un-brushed and possibly a bit greasy. She looked horrified.

"Laurie?" I asked, a bit surprised to see her.

I almost got excited to see her, only to remember a moment later that it was Michael that was killed on that night instead of her.

Oh well... So be it...

She survived and Michael was gone. There was no point in wanting to end her life anymore.

"So... How have you been doing?" Laurie asked, ignoring my surprised greeting.

I stood back a bit, lowering my head to look down at my stomach, "I don't think i'm doing very good..." I begrudgingly answered, knowing Laurie would think I was upset for a different reason than I was thinking.

"I'm sorry... I-I just- we survived this together... I figured we could try to still... You know..." She paused, furrowing her brows as she grew frustrated with herself.

"I want to be your friend still... I don't want this to ruin everything... I've already lost everyone else..." She whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

I cleared my throat and looked around, "You want to stay in contact?" I asked, leaning forward a bit.

Laurie nodded a moment later, wiping her tearful eyes and sighing, "Yeah... I just wanted to check up on you and see if we were still friends... I dunno... I'm stupid..." She mumbled, clearly embarrassed and regretting her decision to stop by at such a time.

I blinked a few times, lost in thought.

Laurie shuffled her feet, scratching the back of her neck nervously.

"Yeah... Yeah sure..." I murmured, only to feel my heart thump out of my chest when the sound of something hitting the floor echoed from the second floor of the house. Most likely the puppy had gotten into things.

I glanced over my shoulder, frowning in frustration before turning back to Laurie and smiling, "I'm sorry— can we talk later? I have some stuff I need to do..." I tried to explain, taking a step away from the door. Laurie raise her hand and waved slightly, a weak smile spreading across her face. "Yeah... Bye Y/n..." The frightened teenager sighed, the door shutting in front of her soon after.

I exhaled heavily, my shoulders relaxing before I hurried through the halls, making my way up the creaky stairs to go reprimand my new puppy for misbehaving.

Only— my puppy was laying in the hallway of the second floor, resting his little head against the floorboards.

My lips parted and my eyes darted around the hallway, stopping at Ms. Olif's bedroom door; which was wide open.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly making my way towards the older ladies room, peeking my head in. "M'am?" I whispered softly, taking a few silent steps into the room, the floorboards creaking only the slightest bit.

I felt my heart drop as I examined the wide open closet, boxes having been spilled out across the floor.

I quickly turned my head to look at the bed, who's sheets were thrown to the floor sloppily.

"Ms. Olif? Are you awake?" I asked, raising my hands to rest my palms against my chest, my heart pounding onto it.

I inhaled slowly, hesitantly making my way out of the room and into the hallway once again, my feet pounding against the ground whilst I returned to the stairs, managing to wake my puppy.

He bounced to his feet and stumbled over his little paws, his flappy ears getting in his way as he attempted to follow me.

I smiled softly, hurrying down the steps and watching as the tiny dog followed suit, a tiny yip escaping his maw.

How cute he was.

Too bad the moment I stopped to pet his head, my head began to ache. Making me stop in my tracks to hold my head.

That's when my foot also slipped against the steps, triggering me to collapse and fall down the stairs, my head whacking on of the steps.

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The little girl slowly made her way upstairs, the sound of sobbing making her anxiety grow a bit within her chest.

"Mommy?" The tiny child called out, only gaining silence as a response.

She slipped past the many bottles of formula her mom had tossed about, previously being too lazy to take care of the little girls youngest baby sibling.

"Mommy are you up?" She asked again, her eyes darting around the dark corridor as she made her way towards the last bedroom in the hall. The only bedroom with its door wide open.

She inhaled deeply, hesitantly making her way into the room and stopping in her tracks when her bare feet met with a warm red liquid that had began to spread across the floor.

Her eyes widened, her gaze slowly raising to meet with the three corpses that lay strewn across the floor.

Her oldest sister.

Her newborn brother.

And her slightly older sister.

Their brains shot out and their chests burst open from the gunshots inflicted on them.

The little girl out a choked sob, her six year old mind unable to comprehend the horrific sight before her very own eyes.

"Honey..." A soothing voice echoed throughout the room, gaining the innocent girls attention.

"Mommy?" She asked, eyeing the woman standing in the center of the room; her hands behind her back.

"What happened to the baby?" She asked, slowly stepping over her older sisters body so she could carefully pick up the tiny body of her small brother.

she held him against her flat chest and gently kissed his bleeding forehead, her eyes studying his— which sat open wide, his irises rolled to the back of his chubby baby head.

"Mommy can't take care of you all anymore." The woman before her explained, slowly extending her hand out to point her gun at the little girl.

"Mommy needs you to do the rest." She continued, slowly dropping to her knees.

The older woman proceeded to carefully take one of the girls little hands into her own, only to set the gun into the girls tiny palm.

"Take care of mommy please..." The woman sobbed, adjusting the little girls hold on the gun so that it was pointed at her mothers head.

The little girl swallowed hard, holding the corpse of her baby brother in one arm whilst the other unwillingly held the gun.

"Mommy? You want me to pull it? Aren't guns dangerous?" The girl questioned; unsure.

Her mother chuckled weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Just do it baby. Do it for mommy..."

The girl nodded slowly, "I love you mommy..." She whispered, listening to faint cries her mother let out.

She stared blankly at her mother, taking in the shiny tears that rolled down her pale cheeks, the way her eyes glossed over the more she whined.

She looked so in pain.

"You can do it sweetheart..." She mumbled, bowing her head for her daughter.

"Go on Y/n..."

The girl pulled the trigger, watching with a blank face as her mother dropped to the floor, blood pouring from her head and mixing with the other corpses around the room.

She blinked slowly, holding the gun close as she adjusted her hold on her dead brother in her arms.

She glanced around the bloody room, only to make her way out of it and back down the stairs.

Her tiny feet pounding against the floorboards as she made her way to the front door. The blood of her baby brother covering her clothes as she held him against her, the gun resting on the babies unmoving chest.

She swallowed hard, slowly pulling the front door open as she stepped outside and down to the sidewalk.

Neighbors already gathering around after being attracted to the many gunshots that had sounded from inside of the house.

"Y/n?" One of the neighbors called, taking the used gun from the girl, causing her to flinch as she stared blankly at the ground.

Another neighbor taking the dead baby from her arms to examine it, only to call for help a moment later after realizing what was really going on.

Y/n had killed her entire family.

Her mother included.

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