Raising Chandler

When I woke up, I was looking into the hallway through my open bedroom door. I heard sirens and yelling. I opened my eyes and shut them a few times, making sure that what I saw was real. I leapt from my bed, then threw on boxers and walked towards the door.

Aubrey was standing firmly between Jack and gunpoint. The one holding the gun was a man I vaguely recognized, but couldn't place. I looked outside to see police cars surrounding the house. I crept quietly up next to the doorway of my bedroom as the man with the gun backed them up into the living room, where Lilly was. The man moved the gun from Jack's head to my little sister's, and shouted something. I used the commotion he caused to dart across the hall and into the bathroom. I reached up into the bathroom closet, and grabbed the pocket knife I'd hidden in there months earlier.

I peeked around the door and saw a silent tear run down Aubrey's face. I was suddenly filled with rage and yelled at the man, running towards him with the knife. He turned around in surprise and pointed the gun at me. I heard a shot and something brush past my arm, but I continued to moved forward as if I hadn't felt a thing. I reached the man and plunged the small blade into his stomach, causing him to point the gun at my head as he cried out in pain.

"LITTLE BASTARD!" he growled, then I removed the knife from his stomach and pressed the blade into his neck, dragging it across and watching the skin beneath it tear and his hot red blood run down and stain his light grey shirt. I heard another shot right by my ear, then he dropped and everything went quiet.

I knew he'd missed me, I could still see Jack and Aubrey and Lilly. In a matter of seconds, there were police rushing into the house. One checked the pulse of the man I'd just...killed. I just killed a man. And I don't even know who he was.

An officer said something to me, but I heard nothing. I tried to tell him I couldn't hear him, and I think he understood. He led me outside to an ambulance. They put me in the back, followed by Jack and the others. A paramedic climbed in, checking all of us, then he bandaged my arm. He began explaining something to Jack.

I heard silence. The paramedic gestured towards me, then my arm. Jack wore a blank expression and occasionally gave an absent-minded nod. The paramedic asked me something slowly and I tried to read his lips. I think he asked who I want to stay with me, so I pointed towards my sister. I suppose I'd guessed right, because Lilly and Jack went to the car, but Aubrey stayed in the ambulance. The doors closed and she moved to the seat I was in. I began to hear a muffled noise in my ears that sounded like sirens, then I felt the vehicle lurch and start moving forward. I looked over at the paramedic writing notes on his clipboard.

Suddenly, Aubrey started to talk and I looked at her. It sounded like a mumble, but I'm pretty sure she asked how long I'd be deaf. The paramedic smiled as he looked at me. He said something along the lines of, "Doesn't look like it'll be too long."

I felt another lurch and the doors opened. The paramedic led us out and tried to put me in a wheelchair. I insisted I didn't need one, but they made me sit in it anyhow.

We went to the ER and I was stricken with the memory of Ella laying unconscious in my arms. I shook my head and thought I might pass out. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I leaned forward and vomited on the floor in front of me. I threw my hand over my mouth, then apologized to the doctor who'd taken me from the paramedic. She smiled and shook her head. "It's okay, that's normal," she said. I could almost hear clearly now.

I was sent directly into the examination room. They checked my hearing and I stayed there until it completely returned. They said I have a slight concussion, and my arm was singed and scraped, but other than that my hearing and everything should be back to perfect by tomorrow. My ears still slightly rung when I left, but other than that I was okay.

Lilly and Jack signed me out and we went home. There was caution tape all around our yard and the police were still there. I saw the mortician roll the body bag containing the corpse of the man who threatened my family. We ducked under the tape and the sheriff approached me.

"Are you the one responsible for killing Mr. Wynter?"

Notes

-----HINT---- Ella's last name is Wynter o.o

okay lol sorry for the graphic stuff I wrote this while watching Supernatural xD
but yeah I know it sucks
I'm really trying though!
PROMISE!!!
~Savannah