Sunday July 2nd 2018
Dear.. myself, it's been a day since Emily's birthday and we still don't know what to do..

• flashback •
This was the moment I knew it can't get any worse, my parents are dead.
"Emily, look at me.." Emily wouldn't dare look up, the poor girl was drowning in a sight that she can not unsee to even look up.
"Emily look up sweetheart," I paused a second to choke back the tears forming in my eyes, and breathed. "We need to go." I said subtly and slowly. As the words slowly slid out of my mouth I already knew the response I was going to get from Emily. I pushed myself to get up and choke back more tears forming in my eyes. I forced back any sort of negative emotion.

When my hand met Emily's her hand did something I did not expect, she held on as if she couldn't let go. Forcing my feet to move and holding onto Emily my mind couldn't even process what had just happened in the matter of three minutes, everything felt so different after seeing my parents. The world felt cold and slow and filled with nothing.

My hand reached down to my phone I had known exactly what would happen if the police came. A blonde lady would've showed up to the door of the house, asking us to get into her car and wait. We would be forced to live with people we didn't want to live with, people we've never visited. People that my parents didn't trust but were forced to put as legal guardians of both Emily and Phoebe Stratton if the parents of the two were dead.

"Phoebe?" Emily said in a squeamish voice.

"Yeah Emily?" I didn't know how I got those words out of my mouth without hesitating, I was just staring off straight as I waited for the worried words to come out of my sisters mouth.

"What are we going to do Phoebe?" My sister said with fear.

"I don't know, all I know is that we're leaving here." I said with shocking confidence.

I reached down to my back pocket feeling for my cell phone. Once my fingers felt the cold metal of my cell phone I reached for another pocket only to find lint. I knew what I was looking for even though I couldn't even picture the object in my mind as I was looking for it. I scanned any surfaces of the house in where it might be. In just a second my mind pictured exactly where I left it last. I swiftly went up the stairs dodging any sight of my parents room through the hall and into my room where it was on my nightstand, my knife and flashlight.

• End of flashback •

...we've been on the street since yesterday, I'm not exactly sure where we are now. Right this minute we're walking on the train tracks so we've been going straight. Luckily we haven't been reported missing yet, to my knowledge, to be honest I don't know how we'd be reported missing. Especially since there's no one to report us, but soon people are going to find them and we better be far when that happens. I don't want any social worker finding us. Plus I'm almost old enough to take care of my sister on my own.

"Phoebe, can we stop walking?" My sister complained, "No we have to keep walking Emily, we have to find some sort of shelter before we stop again." I say a bit annoyed.
"Alright, ok I'm sorry I asked Phoebe." Emily said with understanding.

I didn't think my sister would understand my annoyed tone but I had no time to contemplate why she understood. Farther down the train tracks I spot stacks of wood formed neatly in a pile next to more stacks. My voice low and quiet I mumble, "Shelter."