The Picture

Hello my name is Jacky. Today is June 27, 2000. I am 25 years old and moving from my puny little apartment to a house. My new house might not be as big as a mansion, but it is better than my crummy, little room I like to refer to as an apartment.

As I finished packing all of my clothes and shoes, I start looking under my bed for other things. As I kneeled down to look under my bed, I noticed there was an old shoebox. I took out the shoebox to look through it when I saw it was my picture box where I put all of my pictures. I was looking through the pictures. I saw pictures like my past pets, parents, and when I got my first car. Then as I searched deeper into the mixed pictures I came across a picture of my older sister when she was just ten years old. My eyes filled with tears, as I became to relive the most horrible thing I had encountered in my childhood years.

The year was 1980. It was a beautiful summer's afternoon. My sister and me were walking home from school around 2:45 p.m. We arrived at our house In no time at all. As my sister took out her key from her back pack, She lifted her head to see that the door was open. She turned her head towards me and asked, " Did you forget to lock the door?" I just shook my head responding "no." We went inside to check if our mother or father came home from work early. My sister yelled out "MOM!" And I called out "DAD!" We got no reply. As we went to the kitchen, to get a snack my sister was looking for a knife to cut the sandwich she made when she noticed it was missing. She said " Oh well " and took a bite out of her sandwich. We started walking to the living room to start on our homework because mommy had promised to take us to the park if we finished it before she came back from work. I started to open my back pack to take out my worksheet I had for homework when all of a sudden we heard a noise coming from upstairs and it sounded like heavy foot steps. I was so lumpy back then that I ran toward the phone to dial 9 - 1 - 1. My sister immediately stopped me and told me it was probably our cat, Precious, who had done nothing but dropped a book or something. After we started arguing about to call the police or not, a robber who sneaked in earlier was quietly walking down the stairs. In his hand was the knife missing from the kitchen. I stopped talking and froze with fear for that now he was right behind my sister. I tried to speak but no words came out from my mouth. I stood there shaking like an animal out in the winter cold and was pointing as if I had just seen a ghost. My sister asked " WHAT? " And then all of a sudden the robber stabbed her in the back and was walking towards me. I ran through the kitchen door to outside. When the robber saw me run outside he gave - up and went through the back porch. I ran towards my neighbors house and started to pound on their door as if the robber was still after me. Luckily, they were home and opened the door. Immediately I asked " Where is the phone? " The father said " Just down the hall." With out any explanation I ran and dialed 9 - 1 - 1. The police answered. I told them what happened and gave them my address. They told me that they would be there in about 4 minutes and were going to send an ambulance.

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. It was the movers who were going to move my things to my house. I called out " HOLD UP! " I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks, then carefully placed the picture back in to the box and got up to open the door. In my mind I swore never to forget my dead sister again.

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23.03.2000