The Last Time I Saw Stephen

The last time I saw Stephen, he scarred a hex sign on my shoulder.

“Mom, I’m home!” I was walking in to my room when I noticed some one in my stepbrother’s room. “Mom is that you?”

A boy about my age came out of the closet and pointed a gun at me. I screamed and ran to my room and shut my door. The door opened and the boy came in. He was tall and blonde just like me. It couldn’t be him. He disappeared years ago. I know it was him when said my name. Stephen, my stepbrother is home. I couldn’t see the gun but I could see a black pen in his right hand. The next thing I know he had grabbed my right arm and pulled down my shirt until my shoulder showed. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. He was carving something on to my shoulder.

I couldn’t hear the front door open over my screams but, Stephen could. He was gone before my mom could comprehend my screaming and rush to my room. My mom dragged me to the kitchen and wrapped my arm in a towel. She helped me to the car and she drove me to the hospital.

“It’s just stitches honey that’s all. I can hold your hand if you want.”
“No, I will not get stitches.” Mom didn’t understand. I knew Stephen. He wasn’t the type of person that would hurt people without a good reason.

I now know that reason. I knew the moment the doctor said that the cuts on my arm were in the shape of a hex sign. He was trying to protect me. But from what?


I chose this story because when I thought of all of the suspense that the book would have. I have always like book with suspense.

-Bella Rose


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