CURSED [Editing]

Chap 15: Dead Crows

Lilly Collins.

Surprisingly, I had a good sleep after Amy joined me even though I woke up on the other side of the bed with my foot sticking right into her face––which by the way she slapped too mercilessly may I add, resulting in me loosing my balance and falling down on the ground half asleep. She is a bitch. Sometimes.

BUT...I didn't let it hinder the fact that I was in a pretty good mood today. By the time I took a shower and came back, Amy was gone back to her room but not before flipping me off over her shoulder while grumbling under breath something about how some people just don't have any sleeping manners. Though I don't know why she said that. I am like the best sleeper in the world. Not to brag offcourse.

So back to why I had a great mood today. It was because it was after a long time, I had a very good night's sleep. No nightmares. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. I know right! I feel so healthy and fine that I just seem to sing and dance everywhere I go. Not only that but it also stopped raining today morning and the weather outside was perfect for a day out, not too sunny and not too windy. A perfect day.

I walked upto the drawer in my room humming some random song to myself and rummaged around my clothes but couldn't find my curling iron anywhere. Cursing under my breath, I realised something and then marched upto Sarah's room.

Banging on her door, I yelled, "SARAH?!"

A meek voice answered back a few seconds later, "Yeah, Lilly?"

"Where. Is. My. Curling. IRON?"

She was quiet for a second. Then another. Then for another. When she still didn't answer after two whole minutes, I banged again, "WHERE IS IT, SARAH?"

"Does that happen...like often?"

"Yeah, dude. Like every...fucking...day."

"Phew...she's scary!"

"You've no idea. One time she..."

I ignored Spencer and Callum whispering in the background and focussed on the matter at hand.

Suddenly, it's like she jumped and yelled from the other side of the door, "Uh...YES! It's in the bathroom Lilly!"

My eyebrows went down and I frowned, "Bathroom?" I left the place and trudged upto the bathroom. Still in my towel, hair wet and water droplets dripping from them. Also, I might have heard Amy shrieking obsessively at me warning me not to leave wet stains on the wooden floor or else she will cut me. But I didn't care about all that.

I opened the door with so much force that I might have got the hinges loose. Walking upto the drawers on the counter, I banged one open and found my green curling iron lying in there staring back at me. I sighed with relief.

Plugging in the hairdryer first, I began drying my hair but as soon as one side was dried, a breeze swooshed through them and entangled them again making them frizzy. I grunted furiously and looked at the window on my left which was left wide open, the curtain blowing frantically by the wind coming in the through the window. I placed the dryer on the counter neatly and stomped upto it to close it.

Just as I was pulling the handle to release the clutch, my eyes fell upon the wet ground outside. Hundreds of black things were scattered everywhere and when I looked closely, I found out they were birds. Crows even.

Mouth agape I stared at the massacre before me. I couldn't believe my own eyes at what I was seeing. Never had I seen such brutal scene where so many of the birds were just lying dead in front of me. I was so shocked that I didn't notice how my hand slipped from the clutch of the window and the window just dropped right on my wrist. I yelped in pain immediately, my other good arm pulling up the window to release my wrist and with the other hand I closed it back. Cradling my wrist in my left hand, I massaged it and tried to ease the pain while hissing in discomfort. "Fucking hell!"