Living with a psychopath

                      I'm not a very loud person . I'm not the kind of person to go around telling people my secrets mostly because I don't have much. My life is pretty normal, almost boring. I'm very okay with that. Nothing ever happens. Well until they took over and he waltz into my life.                                                                                                                    -Lizzy Valhurd. Lizzy POV.                         It happened two days after my birthday. It was a cold morning. Kind of like the weather for two type of day.  My 27 year old brother Logan and the troublesome two Kendall and Kerry who are 29 year old twins but had the character of six year olds and I where all seated in the living room. Mom and dad where here too. This is how its supposed to be just my family i sitting together and eating leftover cake and watching crappy predictable soap operas. At least thats how its supposed to be.                    At this point  I'm a to throw my carefully frosted masterpiece at the psychopath who's banging at the door.              "Lizzy, please go check who's at the door" My mom said giving me a pleading look.     I quickly stormed over to the door swallowing my groans. I stopped short literally two feet away from the door. That's when I heard it. It was a loud terrifying shreik. I froze in shock. What the hell was that. It was different from the scream Kendall gave when he saw his laptop in the bathtub or when Kerry stole Kendall chips and he found out.  Nope this was different. It was undivided terror. It was very loud, long and blood curling.                   I didn't realize that dad and Logan where beside me in a flash. Their eyes wide with fear no matter how hard they tried to hide it. I looked around and see Kendall and Kerry on their feet while mom was still seated with eyes wide probably too scared to move. Logan calmly pushed me to stay behind him while dad opened the door.                            Standing at the door was Jake Logan's (Probably high as always) friend. I wasn't surprised he would come here at 5:30 in the morning. Jake did sick stuff like that. But I am surprised he came only in a loose pyjamas trousers and a white shirt. I mean Jake is always the kind of guy that loves his appearance almost more than himself. He loved looking good so much so to see him with his hair not jelled back and oh my God is that a gash on his cheek  is weird. Something is definetly wrong.                "What are you doing here Jake. what's happening " Logan calmly asked.             "You got to get out of here. Far far away. They are real. Real I tell you!!!. They are killing everyone from house to house. They are not myths. They are real!. You have to run get out of here. With your family. Get out of town or possibly out of this country. Now! While you still have your four limbs in tact".               Hot wet fear seeped through me. And it was not pee. What did he mean. Who's real. I'm I watching too many soap operas.           " Jake are you high" Logan calmly asked again.            I hate and love how calm Logan is. I'm freaking out. But he is so calm. He has always been the calm one. He never showed any emotion not Even fear. Except around me. Thats why we are the closest in the family. Our age gap isn't even that long. Just five years. Once when he was twelve. He fell off a tree and broke his arm. He didn't panick or even scream. He just glanced at his arm and told me to go get mom. It turns out his hand wasn't even broken just sprained.               Jake's voice jolted me back to reality. "I swear it man I ain't high. You have saved my life so many times and I wanted to help you ba-".                   Jake was cut of as a hand pierced through his chest.  I screamed. And screamed and kept screaming.                I knew I would never forget this moment. How his eyes were wide in terror and his body was thrown up and ripped into shreds. I screamed again. The creature looked at me. Probably puzzled. It looked feminine. With long bloodied hair and red beady eyes.           The next few minutes where a blur. My dad slammed the door shut and ordered everyone to run to the back door. My legs refused to move until Logan carried me. I ran into my room and grabbed my backpack and stuffed three fat envelops from under my bed into the bag. Filled with money that will help us start a new life somewhere away from here. My mom, dad, the twins Logan and I made it outside but we where just in for an even believe surprise. The thick smell of copper filled the air. Bodies where everywhere as the creatures descended from the sky and pounced on people.         Men, women and even kids lay dead with their necks twisted in odd ways.