October 3, 2006, a day I will never forget. It seemed like any other day when I woke up that morning. I had a normal day of school, a moderate amount of homework, and my sister was coming back from Massachusetts over the weekend. But I will always remember that day, to be the day that my sister Amy snapped. Well, I guess I should start from the beginning, when I got home from school that day.

I was putting my finger in front of her face to bug her like I always do, when instead of telling me to stop like she normally does, she became very quiet. I should have taken the hint. I should have just walked away. If I did that, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am now. But I didn’t, I kept on and I kept on. Finally, after hours of me tormenting her, she slowly walked into the kitchen and pulled open the drawer.

Instantly, I stopped. I had this tingly feeling in the back of my neck, telling me that something was wrong. She looked at me with so much hate in her eyes, and then pulled out a very long, very thick butcher knife. She then slowly walked over to me, and I didn’t move, because I didn’t think she would actually do anything with it. I thought she was going to use the scare tactic like she usually did at times like that. This was no scare tactic, this was real.

“You are so dead!” she told me, gritting her teeth in anger. I started to slowly back away, when I tripped over a laundry basket my mom left by the dining room table. Amy saw this as a sign of weakness and charged at me with the knife. “What the heck are you doing?!” I yelled at her. My words didn’t seem to even phase her, because she kept on running.

I got up as fast as I could and, without looking back, I opened the door and started running down my hill. When I got to the bottom of the overlook, I finally took a chance to rest, and looking back, I could see Amy slowly walking down the hill with a blank look on her face and the knife gleaming brightly in her hand, terminator style.

“Ah crap,” I said, “I have got to get away from her and hide.” So I began to run some more. I actually made it to the IGA before I got tired again. I walked into the IGA, hoping that I could maybe hide out in there. When I walked in, I went to the candy section and grabbed a bunch of little chocolate balls. I took them over to the frozen foods section and threw them into one of the freezers, and while I was letting those harden, I grabbed a bunch of elastic bands. When the candy was done hardening, I bought both items and readied myself for Amy when I saw her next. I told myself that if I saw her again, I would use the rubber bands like slingshots and shoot the candy at her. Luckily, I didn’t see her when I got out of the IGA. “Good,” I said, “I must’ve slowed her down some how.” People around me were looking at me weird, so I decided to keep the talking to my self at a minimum.

While I was still in the parking lot, I decided to look for a better mode of transportation. I looked over on the sidewalk, and I spotted a bike. Instead of asking whose it was, I just hopped on and began to ride. I figured that if I was going to get in trouble, it might as will be from stealing a bike, rather than taking a car that I don’t even know how to drive.

Looking back, I could begin to see Amy closing in on me with a murderous grin on her face. I decided to use my weapons now before they melted. I whipped out the elastic bands and chocolate candy and began to sling them at my evil sister. After I wasted most of my ammo because she kept on catching them in her mouth, I finally got a lucky shot in and I hit her in the eye. She momentarily lost her balance, and this gave me enough time to jump on the bike and get some distance between us. After a little bit of peddling, I looked back, and I couldn’t see Amy on the horizon anymore. When I got into town, I tried to find a place to hide well, so I went to Cody’s house, screaming my head off. “Dude! Let me in! Let me in! Amy’s trying to kill me!” Cody opened up the door, and looking at me weird.

“What?” he continued to look at me funny, “who’s doing what now?”

“Amy is trying to kill me!” I yelled at him angrily.

“No way, she may be crazy, but she would never do…” Cody looked over to the middle of the road to see Amy with the knife still gleaming brightly in her hands, “Oh my God!” He quickly let me in and locked the door. “Your sister is a psycho,” he said

“Tell me about it,” I said. Suddenly, the window right next to us in the hallway smashed open. “where the heck are your parents?!” I yelled at him.

“There cleaning up at the town office.” Amy began to climb through the window, causing me to throw the rest of my candy at her, with no effect whatsoever. “Why didn’t you just through rocks at her?!” Cody asked me.

“I guess I had food on the mind when I decided to fight back.” We tried to run out the side door while she was climbing into the house. When we got out to the driveway, she looked back to us and slowly began to turn back towards us. “Well,” I said, “So much for the element of sneakiness.” We began to run away to anywhere, when I got one of my many brilliant ideas. I ran towards Amy and pushed her into the house. Well, I guess you could say that I tried to push her in, but I tripped, and she slashed me in the arm, deep. Did I happen to mention that a lot of my brilliant ideas don’t work?

Well, anyways, the cut was deep, and it hurt. A lot. And I tried to stop the massive blood loss by pressing the wound with a lot of pressure. Cody was nowhere to be found, and after a few minutes of creepy silence, I opened my eyes to find Amy on the ground. She was getting hit in the head with what looked like paint. I looked to see where the attack was coming from to see Cody by the door, shooting Amy with his paintball gun.

After getting pummeled with paint for a while, Amy got up, and looked at Cody with those evil eyes of hers. She started to walk towards him right at the moment he ran out of paint. “Ah Crap,” he said.

“Run!” I yelled to him as I started to run down the road. Clutching my bloodied arm, I looked back to see Cody starting to follow me, and Amy close behind him with a snarl on her face. Amy was eventually left behind the horizon as the two of us were running. “I need to get my arm stitched up or something, I’m losing too much blood,” I told Cody. We decided to walk back to my house and show my parents what my sister did to me. After an hour of walking, we finally got to my house. For some reason, Amy was either slowing down, or hiding from us.

“Oh my God! Casey!” My mom came running from the house when we walked into the driveway. “Amy left a note on the counter saying that you guys went into town, but what happened?” I told my mom the story, and she wasn’t surprised to hear that Amy had snapped.

“By the way Mom,” I said, “Where’s Dad?”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh, he’s just fishing again.” My mom practically threw Cody and I into the car and drove us at top speed to the hospital in Farmington. We still couldn’t find Amy.

My mom checked us into the hospital, and since Cody didn’t suffer any major injuries, my parent brought him home. That night, while visiting hours were over and everyone was gone, I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Well, sort of, I woke up to find Amy inches away from my face with a syringe full of God knows what in her hand. She plunged it into my chest and…

…Suddenly, I’m awake, but still in the hospital. “Oh, it was only a dream…” I looked over by the main doorway to find Amy, “Are you Okay Casey? I was terrified after you tripped over the laundry basket, you’ve been asleep for days!”

I looked down at my arm, it wasn’t cut. Although, I had this terrible pain in the back of my head. “So you didn’t try to kill me?”

“God no,” she said, “I just grabbed the knife to scare you like I always do, and you freaked out and hit the back of your head on the table.”

So the lesson to this story is, don’t ever assume that anyone is evil, even if it is your sister.