okay this one contains some mild violence Over I sit in my room reading a book try to ignore the feeling telling me something bad is going to happen. I know there arguing again, but I can’t hear shouting, yet. A few minutes I hear something drop, I strain my ears to listen. The shouting is louder now and I thing that someone has knock over a glass. Nothing different has really happened yet, they argue all the time I’m used to that so I go back to reading my book. I jump there was a loud bang coming from my parents room accompanied by screams from my parents room. Creeping to my bedroom door I try to open it without it making a sound, someone screams again. Once again trying to be silent I tiptoe to the bottom of the stairs which leads to my parent’s room. I listen, they still shouting but there’s something different but I can’t quite figure what. After a couple of minutes sitting at the bottom of the stairs trying to figure out what to do now I slowly start to creep up them. “SARA call the police” my mum screams for the bed room. I turn and run down stairs as quick as I can to get the phone. I pick up the phone and dial the 91 but I can’t press the last number. All sorts of thoughts are running through my head, I know I have to get help so why can’t I press the last number. Then I hear a door open. I start to panic my first and only thought is that he’s coming. He’s knows I’m going to call the police and he’s coming to stop me. I quickly press the last number and run. I hide in the cupboard under the stairs and slowly bring the phone to my ear. It’s connecting me now. My heart’s pounding. I try to listen to the voice on the phone and listen for footsteps as well. When I don’t hear any I start to think that may be he’s not coming so I start to concentrate on the voice on the phone. I realise they are asking me which service I require. I takes all the courage I can get to open my mouth and say the one word, the one word I have wanted to say every time this happens, the one word I know can put a stop to this. “Police” The next few minutes are a blur. I can’t really remember what happens I remember talking on the phone to some women but I don’t remember what I said. There’s a strange smell in the air. I recognise it from somewhere; it’s the smell of copper. There a knock at the door. I want to go and answer it but I’m too scared to. Someone’s coming down the stairs towards the door, judging by the footsteps I think its mum. I hear the door open but I don’t hear what’s said. The next thing I hear is my name being called out but I don’t recognise the voice. “Sara it’s the police your safe know you can come out” I slowly get up fro my hiding place and open the door. As soon as I do I’m overwhelmed with the smell of copper. I see the police officer who was shouting on me. “I okay Sara everything’s okay. I need you to come with me” she says. I’m too scared to speck, so I just nod my head. I’m lead out to a police car where I’m asked to get in I look at her. My first thought is, am I in trouble. “Don’t worry we just need to talk to you at the police station about what happened” “Then can I go home” I hear myself say. The officer look uneasy “Well… may be” As we drive away I see my mum at the front of the house. It’s the first time I’ve seen her since this all began. She’s covered in red. I know immediately its blood. Then I realise what was different earlier on. I couldn’t hear my dad shouting I could only hear mum. Then I remember that smell it was the smell of copper but I also knew now it was the smell of blood. It’s at this point I know its over he’s dead and me and my mum are eventually safe.