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2.3 - Calm Before The Storm

⚠️So things are gonna get pretty graphic from this chapter forward, so TW: Blood!⚠️

Lucinda's POV:
Pools were something I enjoyed.

I liked to swim and jump in them. Floating in pools was peaceful. It would make me feel like I was flying through the air. I liked to jump in pools and make big splashes. I liked to bring floats and toys into them. Back when life was normal, Rose and all of our other friends would go to the pool and have fun. Back when life was normal, our friends weren't aggressive. Back when life was normal, my big sister was alive and living her life.

Back when life was normal, Mom wasn't lying face down at my feet, surrounded by a pool.

A pool of blood.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to do so many things. But I couldn't. I didn't know why, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. The only thing I could do was stare at Mom and Dad. Dad was surprisingly calm about Mom's death as he cradled her body in his arms as if she was a child. He seemed calm on the outside, but deep down I knew that he was feeling the same way I felt when Rose died.

Suddenly, a shiny object moved my gaze away from my parents and towards the floor. There was a badge on the ground by my feet. I tilted my head in confusion. "This wasn't here before..." I thought to myself as I bent down to pick it up, flinching as I felt Mother's blood on my finger. "Wait... Mother? I've always called her 'Mom'. Where did Mother come from?" I shook my head and pushed that question out as I heard something drop onto the floor.

Another badge.

"It must've fallen out of the inside pocket of Rose's trench," I thought as I picked it up with my free hand. I held both badges up to read them. The golden badges both had Lucella Police Department on them, but one had 'Police Detective' on it while the other had 'Captain'. The urge to cry came back, but for some reason, I still couldn't cry. I was sweating a lot, though. I attached both badges to Rose's trench and looked towards my parents.

"Father."

He turned to me.

Despite being surprised at my tone, I continued. "We need to keep going for Rose's and Mother's sake, and if we want to get out of here, we must start moving," I said. My voice sounded deeper than usual. I wasn't sure whether it was puberty or the way I felt. I was still sweating more than usual. I assumed that sweating was my equivalent of crying. Father looked down at Mother's body before laying her face down. "Rest well, Soph. I love you," he muttered under his breath.

"You're right, kiddo," he replied as he stood up. He wasn't as cheerful as he usually was, and I couldn't blame him. "We need to keep going, for your mom and sister." I nodded, but so many questions circled my head. Amanda had disappeared after killing my mother, where was she? Did Father tell Doggy about what happened with my sister? And more importantly: Why was this happening to us? What did we do to deserve this?

We trusted them the most, and this is how they repay us?

"Hey, kiddo," Father's voice snapped me out of my trance, "Why don't you go to the garage with Doggy? The door's open and you'd be safer there." I looked down at my boots before looking at my mother's body. I then turned to look at my father, blood staining his pants. "Yes, Father," I replied before walking out of the cell area. What was happening to me? I'm not usually this formal. I had to stop when I arrived back where we started. Then a paper caught my eye.

Sitting on a desk was a missing poster, similar to the one my sister had. My best friend's face was on there, along with some info about his disappearance, which I didn't bother reading. I didn't realize that I was about to rip the poster as I shoved it into my rucksack. My anger caused me to slam my hands on the desk, right where the poster used to be. I'd be lying if I said that it didn't hurt, but I didn't care. I could feel myself start to sweat as I was breathing heavily.