Thicker Than Water

Prologue

Quickly rising to the surface, I didn't dare glance behind me. I swam, I paddled, faster than I ever had before. Even when my arms were almost snapping because of the things I've done today, I still managed to swim back to the slippery rocks and climb back to the docks that I've came from. Nevermind that I stole one of the boats and now it's floating in the sea, turned upside down.

Thunder exploded above me, it's vibrations singing unspoken promises of misery and nightmare. The night sky was now purple, the heavy raindrops plunging unto everything below it, me included. I did my best to walk fast in the slippery plank. After reaching the land, I sprinted. I sprinted fast into the night and straight into my dad's house.

I hope he didn't lock the backdoor.

Grabbing the knob, I twisted it and pushed myself in. I slammed the door shut and everything outside became nothing but silence.

Silence.

In the silence, I finally was able to comprehend what I saw beneath the ocean.

A coffin.

A fucking coffin. Lodged between large rocks that is covered in sand, not hidden, nor visible. Just there. How I found the thing was another different story. When I saw it, it had a red emblem of some sort that glowed, specially in the dark. And when I touched it. Oh, when I touched the damned thing it started violently shaking. Like something inside the thing was trying to break free. It was all that was missing to break down my already broken psyche.

The physical and mental exhaustion of the day made itself known. Tears poured out of my eyes without my control. My shivering body slowly dropped to the marble floor, the memories of the day haunting me again and again. And I screamed.

My scream was cut off by a knock on the door.

I tried wiping the snot on my face. Flipping the faucet, I cupped a handful of water and scrubbed my bruised face.

The series of knock came again, this time, it was louder.

"Will you wait?" I sniffed. My voice echoed in the empty house.

The knocking ceased. I made my way to the door, my mind still replaying the events.

"What do you..." The sentence died on my throat.

The guy outside the door, politely smiled. He tilted his head sideways, as if taking me in. Well, nothing was wrong with what I was seeing really. A tall, brooding guy, smiling. Although, it would have helped if he didn't have a knife deep inside his chest.

And it also would've helped if I didn't lose my consciousness.