4.

It has been over three days since the man stepped out of the doorway. I always wondered what his name would be. Maybe it was short but strong, or long and sexy. I hoped on the last option of course, who wouldn't?

I sat on the floor on a soft carpet thinking about the event that happened three days ago. I wondered who it was, who was now dead and no more in this world. And I know that the bullet which the green-eyed man shot was pointed on the other man's body. I know that the man who was shot is now dead. I heard him. I heard him fall, exhale his last breath. He was dead for sure.

I don't know why? Or what? But I can hear and feel when someone dies inside of a periphery of 100 meters.

My mom told me it was a gift, that I should cherish it. And never tell anyone. She said that people would want me for themselves or want me dead if they knew about my gift.

I always found my gift not that special. I mean, you can't really use me as a weapon or something. I only can feel and hear it when someone dies nearby. So it isn't really that useful. I wasn't a fighting machine. I couldn't even punch with a proper fist. I really should learn that. It will be handy in this kind of situations.

Maybe if I could fight, I would be long gone from this place. I mean the room is great, but the people? That's a different kind of story. I actually loved the room, if I could live here forever, I would.

The room that I had, after my mom died, was small. The only thing I had was a bed, a pillow, and a blanket. My father didn't really like me, he liked my sister, though. He loved her, he gave her everything. She had a big room with a double bed, her own bathroom, and much more stuff. They both hated me. They hated me because I was a replica of my mom. I had her bright blue eyes, her curled brown hair and her small nose. My sister looked like my dad. Both brown eyes and straight dark brown hair.

My sister envied me when I was little because of my relationship with my mom. It always was me and my mom against my sister and my dad. So, after my mom died it was me against my sister and my dad. I was all on my own. I had to do all the chores in the house and if I missed a spot, my dad would beat me up like a punching bag. When that happened my sister would look with a smug smile on her face. Her eyes would sparkle with something I couldn't understand. How could she do this? I was her sister. I was made of the same blood and flesh as she was. But she wasn't in this world anymore to hurt me again.

It was a Monday evening and my dad and sister just came home. They went out to grab some food for themselves but they didn't bring any for me.

I heard my dad walk up the stairs as I laid on my bed. My bedroom door was kicked open and my dad strolled in. He walked towards my bed and started taking off his clothes. He never did that before, so I was really confused. Normally he would just beat me up as I would pull up a fight. But this time, it was different. His jacket was on the floor next to his shoes. He came towards me and I scooted away from him. I pressed myself against the wall as he came closer. He was now on the bed as well and pulled me with my ankle towards him. I started kicking and screaming as he strengthened his grip on me. He hovered above me as I laid under him in a vulnerable position. I was locked in. I couldn't move. I was trapped like an animal in a cage.

He started ripping off my clothes and that was the moment I realized what he was doing. He was going to rape me. I began slapping him in the face and kick my legs to try to come out of his grip. He grunted as I sunk my nails in his cheeks. He grabbed my hands in one of his hands and with the other he slapped me in the face. My cheek stung and tears started to pool out of my eyes. I protested as he started pulling off my jeans.

I was only in my underwear as he started taking off his pants off. I heard a loud scream from downstairs that was coming from my sister.

My dad jumped off of me and sprinted to the door. He pulled the door open and sprinted off the stairs. I heard a loud bang from a gun being used.

'SELENA?!' he screamed at my sister.

I felt a wave of relieving that my father was off of me.

'NO!! NO! SELENA?!' I heard my dads pleading voice.

I felt a small feeling of gratitude as I heard Selena breathing out her last breath of life, as I felt the life float out of her body.

I quickly put on my shirt and jeans. I silently walked down the stairs and looked in the living room for any sign of my father and my dead sister. I spotted them in front of the doorway to the kitchen. My dad was holding my sister's limp body as he silently cried for her to come back to him. I saw the blood that trailed down my sisters chest onto the floor and made a puddle next to my dad.

I looked at the front door and made a run for it. I pulled open the door and ran outside. I ran till the blood was out of my legs and the oxygen couldn't make it to my lungs.

Finally, I was gone from that horrible place. Finally, I was free again.

I hid in a dark alley and slept there for the night.

The night after that was the night those two men found me and brought me here. In one way I was thankful to them. They brought me here and that way my father couldn't find me again. He couldn't take me again and torture me. Now that my sister is gone I know for sure he is going to try and find me. He would want to punish me for what happened to Selena. Even if I wasn't the one who did it. I wasn't the one who pulled the trigger and put a bullet in her chest. Sometimes I silently hoped I could do it. Hoped I could have made an end to my suffering and kill my father and my sister. But I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough to do that.

I stood up from the floor and walked to the bathroom to take a cold shower and wash the bad feelings out of my system.

I felt the cold water ran down my body and gave me a refreshing feeling.