Growing up without a role model was difficult, not having a relationship with

my family was hardest. I never knew that at some point in my life I would hate to grow up.
I was in 5th grade when everything changed in my life, my dad was gone,
my brother and mother were working all the time, my sister was older and I, I was always alone.
I always excluded myself.
Through my families eyes I was a burden. They had too many inner struggles
of their own to focus on me. My teenage years were a colorless palette. They did not know how to deal with me, so they left me to my own fate.
Time flew and I had an uncle living with us.I felt uncomfortable around him.
He asked me so many questions. I wondered why but didn’t bother to ask because things were different here than in Mexico.
He always tends to enter my room without my permission. I told my mother
and brother that I didn’t want him living with us no more.
One night I came home from practice. It was around nine at night. As I entered the driveway I didn’t see any cars. I would usually see my brother and mother’s car, but I thought that they could have been working longer today since they do that to get extra hours sometimes.
I entered the house I smelled a weird old smell, I asked him if he knew what
it was and he just said that it was the basement pipes leaking. I headed to the basement to get my laundry but my uncle quickly grabbed my wrist so tightly. I told him that he was hurting me and he realized and let go. It wasn’t him at all, he doesn’t usually act this way.
I started to get suspicious and scared. I tried calling my sister since she usually gets home at 10 but she didn’t answer.
I fell asleep last night, when I woke I still didn’t see cars outside, except for one.
They haven't answered me. I had to get ready for school and leave. Once I got up  I heard footsteps, it has to be my sister since her car is outside. It wasn’t her instead it was my uncle , he yelled at me and told me to go back to my room. I started to have a panic attack, I breathed in and out so fast that I, I blacked out.
(yelling)It was all my fault I could have called the police, I could have done
something to save her! The Officer told me calm down and sit before I faint again. So I did as he said, I tried to remember everything that happened. I told him that I did get up but only remembered some small things that happened last night. I sat in their car for a long time, or well it felt like an eternity. He came back and asked me if I saw the bodies, I ask what bodies?
  Then I remembered I was in my room I told the counselor, she told me to lay
down and breathe, to try and remember what I saw so I could help myself and catch who did this.
I remember getting up , I heard squealing wait no I heard yellin. They sounded
familiar I just couldn’t get my finger on it.  I quietly opened the door, sneaked in through the hallway I told her.
She asked If I saw anything else, “I saw blood leading to my mothers room. I opened the door and saw it everywhere, on her bedsheets, I felt terror and I knew right away that I had to leave!
She said if I saw anyone's face “I think so”  I replied.
She said if I saw a face expression they had “Well they were angry with a wide eyes and a red face” and that was it, it felt almost like a dream.
The next morning I didn’t sleep at home, instead I stayed at the police station
the whole night. I woke up and remembered that the counselor wanted to meet again at noon.
Her room was on the right side next to the office, I knocked and quietly entered.
She was on a phone call and asked “Are you ready to tell me what you saw?”I told her that I wasn’t sure. She told me that she knows I saw them, but as her job’s rules, she has to hear them come out from my mouth.
“I was in my room” I said.
“I heard dragging of something heavy, through the hallways and a door open”
Sara asked if I was safe in where I was.
“No, the room was scattered with all my things on the floor, and a sharp knife next to me”
I said confusingly. “I was tied up to the bed frame with rope that was covered in blood”
I then started to realize that I did see the  bodies.
I Grabbed the knife and forcefully cut the rope that was tied around my legs and
right wrist. As I got up from the floor I also grabbed my glasses that were cracked for some odd reason. I opened the door and quickly shut it before he came through the hallway. I saw him walk by back and forth. I heard him open the main front door and close it, so I left the room without anything. I still saw the same trail of blood, but this time the basement door was covered in it. I sneakily went down the creaky steps, as I got closer to the ground I saw legs, the body, then my sisters face.
I stood there, in shock.
All I did was cry and grabbed her like she hasn't left me alone yet. Asking why he did this, stumbling up the stairs not being able to see clearly, I grabbed the home phone and called 911.