Dear Heart

Why

"Looking at the photos outstretched around me, is painful. See myself in Ericsson when we were happy, and together or so it seemed. Slowly in every photo I noticed a change in Ericsson, his eyes grew dark, and distant, much like his body did. I can't believe I didn't notice it. Hope distance he was, the anger that grew inside him, hidden from me. It angered me to be honest. It made me feel a fire inside my stomach, that burn so strong I could barely breathe. Is this how its Ericsson felt? The moment he saw me everyday? Did he plan to kill me? With all of this mapped out? Why though? Why did he want to kill ME?" I thought to myself.

I decided to look through are past text messages, I had printed out next. A few of them popping out more than others.

(Messages)

" Hey!" -Brooke

"Hi." -Ericsson

"What's up? -Brooke

"Busy got to go! -Ericsson

"Umm okay? -Brooke

"Just stop texting me right now!" -Ericsson

I never thought about it because, I always thought, it was his anger problems acting up. I realized it was much more than just anger issues. I think you was cheating, and wanted me out of the way.

A loud knocking, at my door causes me to jump. Dropping all the texts as I did, just for them to scatter everywhere. The knocking didn't cease, it just continues like a broken record. At first I thought it was Liam, Cody, and Aurora coming back from picking up supper. But then I remembered Liam took his keys.

Slowly I walk downstairs, to find out who is knocking at the door. My fear rising higher, and higher. My hands starting to shake, like the door under the knockers hand. Quickly grabbing an umbrella, crouching down, I stalk towards the door. Dodging the window, as the knocker glimpses in. All I catch are a pair of dark glim eyes.

Everything seems to slow down, as I reach the door. A dark faded red brick comes flying through the window. My alarm goes off, and shards of glass fly through the living room. The brick hitting the ground, with a hard, cold thud. That echos through the house, and rings through my brain. The shards of glass, cutting into the furniture, bouncing off of the walls just to shatter more. Before hitting the ground like rain.

My heart starts to thumb harder, louder, wanting to break out of it's cell, and escape my body, its prison. As my breathing becomes heavy, siting in my lungs making it harder to breath.

As firecrackers emerge, through the wreckage, that was once a living room. Police sirens started to go off, sounding closer, as every second ticked by slowly. Sounding like screaming children, as a war goes down. The sights they see permantly implanting into their minds.

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