"Father?" I said as I walked upstairs. A racket had been going on for a while now, and it made me wonder what could possibly be wrong. "Father, what's wrong?"
"MIRANDA, GET OUT OF HERE!" He screamed as I approached his bedroom door. "MIRANDA, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! LEAVE NOW, MIRANDA! LEAVE NA-!"
The sound of a gun shot rang through the halls.
Blood seeped out from under the door, and as I heard the sickening laugh of my stepmother I took off running.
Run Miranda; run until your legs fall off.