Halloween (it's a short story not a poem)

It was Halloween as people liked to call it. All the homes lit up with pumpkins, their evil glares watching people go by. Their horrifying grins carved into their orange faces. The girl shifted her curtain slightly and set eyes upon little kids with their parents trick or treating. A tug of disgust shredded through her, some people not even bothered to open their doors. It was only herself and her elder sister who had been left inside the house, her parents had taken her younger brother and sister out to a Halloween party, so they said. Her music blurred away in the background as she moved away from the window. One of her nine cats padded through the door way and cried softly before jumping up on her bed and rubbing the girls hand with its head she looked down at the black and white cat, Maggie. She smiled softly and rubbed the cats head before sitting down next to her. The little cat made itself comfy on the girls lap and purred softly in content. Curled up on her computer chair was Kookie. She had demanded the girl to go away whilst she slept and would only move if her supper was to be dished out. The girl lifted the cat from her lap and placed her next to the small kitten huddled up in a small ball on the chair, leaving the room for the cats to run wild in. Suddenly, she heard her elder sister’s footsteps thudding up the stairs, it was like the whole house was shaking. A little out of breath, and brushing the spit from her face, the girl grinned a little. “I’m going out so I need your keys.” Speaking rather simply but in a demanding tone with her hand lifted out like a beggar wanting money for his fix. The keys flew across the room and slammed into the door frame leaving a slight mark. Quickly the girl bent down and picked them up, then swiftly slamming the door shut behind her and darting off down stairs. Opening the kitchen door she checked up on her other cats, Socks and Timon had to be kept in the kitchen away from Phlix as they kept mounting her. She petted each cat on the head before pulling the door shut. Walking into the living room she picked up the television remote and muted the television, petting Stripe on the head she pulled her blue hoodie on and left the house. Lifting up her hood over her head she walked down the street with her hands in her pocket and swiftly moved around the corner and up towards the pub. She set eyes upon her parents and her younger siblings sat bored on a bench outside obviously they had been tricked and their hopes of having a candy filled night ruined. She bit her bottom lip before plucking up the valour to walk over; with an unemotional expression she looked at her sister then her brother before looking at her father half drunk and mother not too far behind. She sniffed a little “Are those two okay coming with me, so they do actually get some sweets?” in a rather pissed off tone she sat down with her arms flooded waiting for her parents either to tell her to get lost, or go slit her wrists, or both. Once again she looked at her younger brother and sister, then at her parents again. “So are they okay coming with me?” Speaking in a slow robotic tone she stood up and kicked her dad’s leg in order to get attention, knowing she would be belted for it when she got home. Her mum nodded a little before giggling and slurring the words “fuck off”, then sticking her face in her glass of wine. ”Come on then let’s go” With a sigh she grabbed hold of her younger brothers shoulder and dragged him up then doing the same with her younger sister. Flicking her hood back over her head she kept a good sight on her siblings as they banged on peoples doors and got their delightful bedtime snacks. Only the odd house was filled up with decorations and as for the people who never answered the doors, well they HAD been egged and covered in bog roll. Avoiding all the massive crowds of sweet hoarders and trouble makers the girl looked back at her tiered brother and bored sister. “You wanna call it a night?” Stopping and turning to face them, glancing at the crowd across the road who kept staring. Knowing she shouldn’t say or do anything to provoke them to attack she walked over and took hold of the goody bags from her siblings, and stashed them into her pockets. Once again grabbing hold of her siblings by their shoulders she began to push them into a quicker pace trying to avoid looking back incase the group decided to follow or happened to be following. She glanced just for a second before a body was forced upon her like a bunch of starving wolves they pounced on her, beating her. Struggling for air she gasped but the overflow of blood caused her to choke. The faded screams of her sister and brother shouting for help, her battered eyes peeled open, it felt like someone had placed a thin layer of tape making it hard to open, her vision blurred. She lifted herself to the ground “Get home now!” Screaming weakly at her siblings she held her stomach the blood leaking from her nose and mouth like a leaking tap. The one with the cap turned back to see the girl standing weakly, taking up the opportunity to finish her off. Charging at her like a bull seeing red he pulled out the knife and rammed it right into her kidney. Like time had been drawn still her little sister turned back and screamed; as the feel of warm blood washed through the elder girls body and gushed from between her lips, as she fell to the ground. The boy pulled out the knife, running off into the distance with his prizes. The pool of blood and the screams drew no attention, the society too afraid to get involved anymore.