Witnessed A Monster: Location One

Chapter One- Bell Ridge

"MOM. I'm home" I hollered as I tossed the keys on the black marble counter. The layout of our apartment is two stories with most of it being a glass wall facing the sunset. Black thick panels go throughout the glass to support it. The rest of the interior was brick. On the opposite side of the glass corner was the simple kitchen with dark brown cabinets and black marble counters, with modern decor lights with a golden shimmer. In the middle is the staircase leading up to the two bedrooms and the bathrooms. "MOM?" I yelled again waiting for a response. I stormed up the spaced stairs almost getting my foot twisted inside. "Mom!" I ran across the small hallway and grasped the door flying open.

Why does this always happen to me? I slowly stepped back as I tried not to focus on my mom and the deep red blood seeping through the sheets of the white cloth. My hands dropped, my knees crumpling to the ground. I fumble across the room, my head falling in between her arm and her side., checking for a pulse knowing it was in vain, finding nothing. "No, no no." I cooed as I grasped for her hand finding a small folded piece of paper with my name on it. I unravel it with one hand, my hand in my mothers and start to glance over it.

It read, "My dearest, it will not be long til they are here..." the couple sentences after the words dyed in dried blood, yet the last three words legiable stood boldly at the end, "... Uncle Rick must". My untimely run through the alley lead to this, and now I'm demoted to a blood soaked note in replacement of my Mama? My final chance at happiness was ruined, great. I crumple the paper in my grip throwing it with full force out the door. Yet it floats gently down to the ground right in front of my foot as I slam my head into the bed. I stand up, about to vomit at the sight in front of me. They already took my Dad, he did this why us? I kissed my mama's forehead as cold as ice and ran down the stairs grabbing my cigarette lighter. I lit the piece of paper on fire and stomped ontop of it til it left a distinct black smoky glaze look on the floor. I run out the door, staying as long as I had spent trying to get here. I can't control the tears on my face, but I can't stay or i'll turn out just like her. I rushed out of the apartment sirens wailing in the background in memorial for my mother, its long cries fade in the distance just as her life had done. I need to get out of here.

Uncle Rick? He would have to know something to help me- I don't want to look pathetic, just don't mention anything...

I climbed down the ladder of the apartment and slid up my hoodie. My hair bouncing up as a little curl escaped down. I ran across the empty road filled with small puddles. My reflection coming back as a muddled and lonely shadow. I creep into the cafe owned by my uncle, I must had been walking for hours without knowing it. The little bell sprung into action, its irritating ring bouncing back and forth in my mind. I glide past it and noticed my uncle in the corner. He looked at me and grinned a cheeky smile and signalled for me to come here with his finger. I walk over quietly. I relax into the chair in front of him and look up at his face. I won't show any weakness. Nobody will know. I can survive, alone.

"I need to get out of here," I whisper.

"You've come to the right man then." He chuckled and played with the box of napkins. He grabbed one out and pulled out a pen and gave it a small click. The blue ink sowed into the brown paper, he finished it off with a simple glide of his hand and passed it onto me. The simply folded napkin had the words "Bell ridge witness protection program". He didn't even ask a single question.

"I can't," I snickered, "It's government based, they would instantly lock me up if I went in there with my record."

"But it's not," he said quietly looking over to the side. "Its privately owned, it's on Ash grove, now come on and get out of here before my customers see you." I look down and notice my hand, still severely slashed. How pain can be comforting sometimes is intriguing.

I stuffed the napkin in my pocket and looked over to the window making eye contact with a man with his hand in his pocket, the outline of a gun. Shoot, they already found me. I hastley sprint out through the back, my arms bolting me forward. I glide across the blotches in the pavement. For someone with such a crappy life, it sure was a thrill.

"HEY YOU! COME BACK HERE-" The man blared. I turn the corner just in time for him not to follow my trail. God, I hope Uncle Rick is ok? He's not my problem, you first. I couldn't possibly walk here, it was a good hour drive to the middle of nowhere. I'm an idiot, I gotta go back.

The highway stretched out endlessly as I ramded on the gas peddle to make the little blurs of trees grow. I take a strict left, my stomach dropping into my gut as I finally see the little building in the distance. For some reason the business came up as a mechanical working facility, yet it was the only building within miles of this place. The little line came to an end on the GPS.

"You have reached your destination"