the long line

Chapter 2

"It's getting dark" I say to Chelsea as were walking out of CHANEL with our new clothes. "Then let's head home" she responds as if it's obvious. We get to my house, and all of the lights are on. Like, every single one of them. I say bye and walk inside. Holy crap. It's freaking bright in here. It was as if I was blind, and all I could see was white. "Mom? Chance? Anyone home?" I yell. No response. "MOM?? CHANCE??" I'm screaming now. No response. I try to adjust my eyes and look for them, but I don't see anything. They're not here. But how are the lights on? I smell something in the kitchen, and go to check it out. I get there and spot something weird. On the floor. Right next to the oven. There's a spot of red...something on the floor. I smell the pie in the oven. The same one my mom was cooking earlier. I start to panic, searching everywhere. I go back into the kitchen and take a better look at that red thing. I touch it. I start crying. No. No. I was only gone for about an hour. How? This can't be happening. I look around the kitchen and find another red spot. Then another. Then another. It leads into the wine cellar. We're not allowed in there. Whatever. I go in, and look. I start to cry. Pain. So much pain. It's too much. I can't do this. I can't. "THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!!" I scream. I'm bawling and can't think. I can't look. I call 911, And wait.