Ethel
“Ethel run!” Mum yelled, bloodied under a masked assassin, dressed in all black. My heart throbbed as I froze, shaking. My hands over my mouth. The assassin had his hand over her neck, strangling her. But as I arrived, he turned and saw me.
I flinched as he stared daggers at me. Who is this? Why is he trying to kill my mother? I can’t leave my mother here with this killer.
“Ethel! Run!!” Mum yelled, though her voice was strained. “Go and get help.”
Confused, scared and shaky, I faced the