The arrival:

Awaken:

The rain drops struck the ground with pressure. The late fall winds blew the leaves off the willow tree in our yard as I woke up.
I lay there in bed, body sore and weak. My eyes fluttered open as I gained clear vision of my surroundings. I was in my bedroom, a place I was familiar with but yet it seemed so different. Everything appeared merely as a silhouette. I sat up and looked out my window, as I noticed the dark clouds and everything outside was blurry as it was being masked by the raindrops on the glass.

I placed my feet on the ground and attempted to stand up as I held myself on the wall. I was up and walking.
I staggered to the door, still holding onto the wall and placed my hand on the door knob. My thoughts were knotted and my heart was racing, I had no idea what was behind that door, but judging from the way the day begun, it certainly was going to be odd. I gasped and took in some air as I turned the knob and opened the door.
I stepped out of my room into the hallway, which was quite dim. I was still weak in the knees and not fully conscious as I made my way down the hall.
I was walking towards the stairs until I heard soft sobs coming from my parents' room. Usually I would brush it off and continue walking but today started out strangely, so I thought I might as well get some answers from my parents.

I made my way over to the bedroom door as the sobs begun to thicken and angry mumbling was heard in the background. I hesitantly stepped closer to the door and peeped through the crack of the only to see my mother with her head in her hands as tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. I was in shock, my mother was usually a jolly person, to see her crying was odd. Even that's an understatement.

I opened the door slightly but quickly moved aside to avoid getting spotted by my father who was in the bathroom with his hands up against the wall and his eyes burning with anger.. at least it seemed like anger, but then again, my father was a very private man. His emotions were hard to read.
He was panting as if he had just finished arguing and had sweat on his brow. I had never seen him like this. Even though my father never showed emotion of love and sympathy towards us,he never showed anger and hatred either.
I was scared at this point, seeing both my parents in such a horrific state. I turned around and stepped away from the door so as to not draw any attention.
I was almost at the staircase, but was stopped by the sound of shattering glass and a blood-thirsty scream coming from my parent's room.
I rushed back only to see my father breathing heavily with tears streaming down his face as he held himself on the wall, aside shattered mirror. My mother rushed to him and tried to calm him down. He slid his back down the wall in sadness and sat on the glass-covered floor as my mother held his hand and rested her head on his chest. They were both in tears, which I didn't want to see.
I left the scene and walked over to my brother Link's room.

He was kind of quiet but also a really great brother, a role model at worst. He was my friend when no one was there to comfort me. I considered him a big part of my life. I thought this about my entire family.

I walked over to his room with a little strength I had in me and knocked weakly on his door...
No answer. I knocked again.

"Link? Are you there?" I asked weakly with a shaky voice., as I tried to hold back tears from what I had just seen.

There was no response which had me worried. I opened the door and entered his room. Link usually locked his room so it was unusual for it to be open like this.
My mind begun to flutter and wonder what was happening. I couldn't take the suspense and rushed downstairs as I held myself on the wall.

I reached the living room which was deserted. No spec of life in it. I was speechless and didn't know what to think. I felt my head throbbing and the blood rushing to the back of my skull. I needed to rest but need to find out what was going on.
I glanced over to the door of our 'lovely family kitchen' which now appeared to be a crime scene. I tore down the yellow and black police tape as I entered the bloody kitchen.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Our kitchen was wrecked. There was blood everywhere, even though the police tried to clean it up.
The kitchen counter had blood smeared allover it and so did the floor. The whole scene screamed bloody murder.

My iris shrunk as I saw a chalk outline on the floor. The outline was the same size and shape as my brother. M heart stopped as I caught onto the wall of the kitchen. My eyes begun to tear up as I realized what had just taken place in the room where my family and I used to dine.
I clasped my stomach with the hand I had free and fell to my knees. My tears fell to the floor like the rain fell outside. I felt myself getting light headed as I begun to wail. My heart had just been ripped out and the only thing I could think of was which monster did such a thing.

I felt my body dry up and lose life as I bawled my eyes out. My vision got blurry and I fell to the ground. The last thing I recall was the silhouette of my parents rushing to my aid.

"Gwen!? Can you hear me?!" My mother called as she held my head in her hands and my father knelt at my side.

My eyes shut and every sound was shut out.I was out cold and that's all I recall from Wednesday 17th June 2012.
Two years ago my brother died and to this day I don't know who did it,which monster took away my best friend.

So, what do you think? I know it's a bit confusing and short but believe me, next chapter will hopefully be better...So tell me what you think & hopefully I'll update soon..Constructive criticism is highly appreciated.