The Boy and the Bears Chapter 1
The story starts in 2012, where a boy celebrates his tenth birthday with his family despite being sick. But things take a turn for a worse in the evening when the boy and his sister find their parents dead.
This is something I've decided to try and write awhile back. A couple writers inspired me. Link to the chapter is down below
The Boy and the Bears
An unofficial book by LikeCascade70
Chapter 1
I walked down the stairs feeling ill but pleased. Today was my tenth birthday, but the fact that I got sick around 40 minutes before midnight is in my case, absolutely ridiculous. So not the best start to double digits. Oh well. At least I won’t be regarded as a little kid anymore. Or is it under 7 where you’re regarded as little? Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’m 10-years-old now, so that means I’ve taken another step in childhood. I entered the kitchen and saw my presents laid out on the table.
“Happy birthday, dear!” Said Mom. “Feeling better?”
“Better than I was last night,” I said. “Unfortunately, I never like it when I’m sick in the middle of night.”
“I don’t think anyone does,” Dad said, entering the kitchen. “We think it’s probably best you stay home today. You can open half your gifts since we’re in a bit of a time crunch.”
Normally, changing part of a tradition or ritual at home would upset me. But no. I need to be better than that now that I am 10. It’s also understandable because my sister is three years older than me, meaning she’s in junior high. And that means more work and less freedom. So that’s exactly what we did. When you’re a kid, you still get things like toys, books, movies and shows in the form of DVDs. And that’s kind of what I got. I enjoyed watching my movie in the afternoon and playing with some action figures I had gotten as well. My mom fed me and gave me the medicine that we all know we hated. When my dad and sister came back home, I opened the other half of my gifts. Of course because I was still recovering, my parents thought I should go to bed early. And to add insult to injury, we held off on cake and ice cream that way I wouldn’t upset my stomach. I didn’t like the idea of being alone again in the dark at night, still sick. It just felt unsettling. After my mom gave me that medicine again she wished me happy birthday again and hoped I would be better in the morning. Eventually, I managed to fall asleep without any problems. Suddenly, I heard a snap followed by a heavy thud and glass shattering. I climbed out of bed and slowly crept down the stairs to see what had happened. The first sign that disturbed me was the fact that the door was open.
“What’s going on?”
I turned to see my sister standing behind me on the steps.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I heard a snapping sound followed by glass shattering.”
“I’ll go in front. I’m the oldest.” She said.
I watched as my sister walked down the stairs to investigate. I wanted to follow her, but I was too scared. Plus, I was still sick. Suddenly, I heard a scream. Without hesitation, I ran down the stairs and entered the kitchen to find Mom and Dad on the floor.
“Mom? Dad?” I ran over and shook them. “Get up! What happened?!”
“Jason, they’re… They’re dead.” My sister said.
Dead? How could that be true? Mom tucked me into bed hours ago! Then I saw blood streaming from their heads. The truth hit me hard.
“Oh no, please don’t do this to us! Mom, Dad, please wake up! Who did this to you?!”
Suddenly, there was a loud thud followed by my sister crying out and then groaning. I turned in time to see her collapse to the floor. I started to scream my sister’s name before something struck me on the back of the head. My world went dark as I fell to the floor.