Knives and Nightmares

Chapter 1

"I...I just dont know what happened Liz, I mean, one day hes here laughing and smiling with me, the next day...hes gone" I cried to my best friend.

I couldn't believe it when I first heard. My uncle Matt meant the world to me, we were so close.. I just couldn't imagine him leaving me like this. I just wanted to say 'goodbye, I love you' just once more.

"It'll be alright, I'm sure of it!" Liz responded trying to make me feel better.

" we're going to check out his appartment later, you know, figure out what we need to take and confirm the body" I whimpered unable to imagine what I will see.

"alrighty sounds like a real gruesom job, Call me when you get back, okay?" She sounded cheery, she always sounds cheery.

"okay" I whispered and set the phone on my desk. I looked out the window and saw rain again it was normal for this time of year which made me happy.

The sky cries, we call it rain,

Humans cry, we call it pain,

I couldn't believe I was crying so much, I knew I was stronger then this. I just couldn't imagine a life without him. Everything will be so different.

'Maybe I should just end all this pain. But, where would that get me..?' My thaughts were inturupted by my mother who screamed up the stairs

"MEL WE'RE LEAVING!!"

I re-applied my eye liner, which was smeared all over my face. Then, I ran downstairs to meet my mom and Charlie. Charlie's face was grim, as always, his head was down, and his lip piercings were being spun around, meaning he was concentrating hard. We walked out the front door and hopped into my moms SUV, which had empty bottles and spilled beer everywhere.

"Apartment 4-B please" my mom said.

Her light brown curls bobbing as she talked. Her pudgy face was smiling. Too happy. She smelt faintly of beer and vodka. Shed been drinking again. It didn't really surprise me, she usually goes out and doesn't come home for a day or two. the feeling she have off made it seem like were there for christmas. My mom acting like its all okay. '

Don't they see the severity? Don't they feel the pain I feel? Do they even care that my uncle is dead?!' I screamed silently.

"come on gang" said my mom as she took the key from the desk boy who barely looked at us.

"mom dont call us 'gang' we arn't four" complained my older brother charlie.

He's two years older then me. With a slim yet tall figure with choclate eyes identical to mine. His black tinted blue hair hing slightly below his shoulders and is pin needle straight.

Mom ushered us into the too small elevator. Just before the doors closed, the desk boy came around to look at us, his shaggy red hair covering his eyes. He stood not much taller then my mom, who is really short.

"hey," he hollered "isnt 4-B the one with the dead guy in it? I never really met him,but he must have been really psyco to-"

Anger bolied up inside me, I released it with one breath " SHUT UP, YOU NEVER KNEW HIM!! DONT EVER TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT!!!"

tears were flowing steady streams down my face

"dont any of you have a heart?" I whispered then stormed out of the elevator and took the stairs.

"the nerve of some people" I murmered.

When I finally reached the forth floor. I slowly walked down the hallway to his room. It was untouched. I looked in the sole pot of flowers outside the door and got the spare key we hid years ago. I put the key in the bright red door, different from every other door, which were painted a dull brown. I opened the door and walked in. I put the key on the side desk and ventured down the hallway towards his room. I slowly opened the door half expecting him to pop out and yell