A Walk Through Hell

I drove slowly home trying my hardest not to jostle Francis' ankle. When we finally got home I picked her up gently and carried her to the couch.

"Andy!" No answer, that's strange. I run to the car and take all of our school stuff out of it. "Andy where are you?" Still no answer, I'm getting worried. "Francis stay here." I walk to the stairs but hear her say

"Where would I go?" I walk to Andy's room and open the door, I immediately wish I wasn't there.