Late August. That's all that I remember from seeing them. My family that is.
It was close to Halloween and we were of course, carving pumpkins. My little brother, Andrew, was five at the time. I remember that he loved ripping out the pumpkins guts and feeling them and making our sister, Anabeth who was three, scream and cry because she didn't like the way that it all felt. My mom and dad would choose sides unknowing. My family was oblivious. It was so amazing to me. Unfortunately it as also their downfall.
It was Halloween of 2003. I had brought my little siblings back home so I could go out to party with my friends. My mother was watching a scary movie on the couch curled up net to popcorn. My father had answered the door suspecting another trick-or-treater.
"Trick or treat!!" Andrew screamed with joy. I laughed and patted him on top of the head.
"Buddy, this is our house."
"Oh? well, I know that. I just want more candy."
my father placed down the bowl of candy and turned towards us; picked up Andrew. "Come on little man, time for bath."
"But biggy man, I want candy!!!"
"After your bath, I promise."
you could hear the bathwater run as i stepped inside closing the door behind me. i glanced round our decorated house with spiders hanging on the walls and Ghosts in every corner just as if in n I Spy book. Anabeth started to cry as my mother muted the TV. "Why don't you go and set her down for a nap?' I nodded and took off my boots from my hippie costume nd followed the path that my father hd taken up the stairs towards the dark corridor. To the right of me you could hear Andrew playing with his toys in the bathtub.
"Come on Ana-B. Lets get you out of your cupcake outfit and into your pj's. Sound like a plan?"
I changed her and lay her in her crib. i hummed her a soft and gentle lullaby nd when her eyes were closed, i had silently walked out. i walked back down the stirs and saw my parents cuddling and giggling like the kids from school. I made a gagging sound and said that i was leaving.
"No later than 11 hunny." i turned towards the clock. only 9:30.
"and if one hair of my little princess is out of place," my father had stood and walked over to me. he raised his fist "you both will get this." Then he leaned over and kissed my forehead.
"okay daddy." and i left for the party. Without ever saying I love you.
"Alice. Alice!! " A girl of about 19 years walked up to me and shook me out of my memories.
"what?" i blinked fast shaking my head. "oh. Kate I'm sorry. Ha ha lot in thought again I guess."
"Well you need to snap out of it already! The police are coming for us gin! we need to go."
"When to this time?"
she grabbed my hand pulling me up and dragging me towards the ledge. "I don't care, you choose. Maybe coming a month after 9/11 wasn't the best plan."
"y think?" the door to the roof-top swung open as swat ran through screaming t us.
"OK! to the 90's we go!" we leaped without a second thought as the swat tried to stop us but to no luck.
Halfway to the ground people screamed as we disappeared in midair.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Your guess is as good as mine l.t."
Maybe this time I will see my family.
I really like how you set the scene for this story. I could clearly see the scene that was happening. It felt familiar in a way. I was a little confused about what was happening around the end, so maybe clarify the action more? Or, if you plan to elaborate in future installments, then I look forward to those! :)
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