rhiannon- eddie munson [discontinued]

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3. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦

rhiannon woke abruptly. she felt like she had just been given an electric shock and jolted awake.
rubbing her eyes, she let her vision clear.

it took her three seconds to realise that she wasn't in the boat house, and another three for confusion to set in.

she sat up and realised that she was back at home, in her bed, but not home as in her trailer; she was somehow in the log cabin that her and her dad had lived in when she had her dad and el. but it didn't look how it did last year- it was cold, and dark, and it looked like a desolate abandoned space. it looked like it could've never possibly been a home to three people, a home filled with laughter and warmth. rhiannon shivered.

a pair of worn slippers were waiting for her on the floor in front of her bed. she slipped her bare feet into them and got up from her bed.

as fear began to rise inside her, rhiannon moved towards her bedroom door, which was ajar. she leaned against the door frame, grasping it tightly, and peered into the rest of the cabin.

everything looked like it hadn't been touched in decades. all the windows were broken, with shards of glass scattered all over the floor. the curtains were tattered and riddled with holes, flapping in the breeze that drifted in from the windows. the couch had been torn open so the springs were visible and the stuffing was everywhere.

but, worst of all, were the blood stains in her dad's favorite chair. it looked like hand prints. rhiannon began to panic: this wasn't right. what was she doing here? how did she get here?

in a frantic act of desperation, she began to run through the house, ripping open every door to look in every room.
"dad? dad? el? anyone? hello? please!"
the silence was suffocating. her head began to throb. something warm trickled out of her nose and down to her lip. she wiped her fingers underneath her nose and blood was smeared on her fingers. she fell back into her dad's chair, her vision becoming blurry all of a sudden.

when her vision cleared, her hands were held out in front of her, and they were stained red.

the blonde gasped and began gagging. a rotten smell permeated the air. all the while, the only thing she could hear was her own ragged breaths.
"please! please! help me! anyone! anyone, please! get me out! help me!" it all became too much. her head felt like she was being hit with the force of a hammer and she clutched it between her hands, her blood-soaked hands mangling with her hair.

a clock chiming cut through the silence.

rhiannon looked up, but she couldn't see anything that was making that noise.

"it's not nice, being alone, is it?" a deep voice silenced the clock chiming. somehow, rhiannon knew that the owner of the voice wasn't human. "you will always be alone."