SeVen: The Return

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SeVen

The Return

By: Je'von Miller

"Alyssa Marie Joanna, you have been decided of permanent care in psychological treatment for repeated counts of manslaughter, conditions of severe psychosis as well as uncontrollable emotional episodes. After said treatment, there will be possible penalty of 10 years in solitary confinement."

"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! HE KILLED MY FRIENDS! THEY'RE ALL DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM! HE'S REAL! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! LET GO-LET GO OF ME! STOP! STOP! HE WON'T STOP UNTIL ALL OF YOU ARE DEAD! UNTIL ALL OF YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!!"

Frankfort, Kentucky

November 7, 2017

3:46 P.M.

So it's a summer house?"

"Yep, and we now own it!"

A gray 2015 Town and Country Minivan pulled in front of a two story lake house after an hour and forty five minute drive. A family of five step out of the minivan in excitement and positive vibes. A young adult stepped out of the passenger seat. The daughter of 22 years. Her baseball cap on backwards adjusting her yellow and white patterned flannel as she looked up at the house. Two younger twin boys; Tyler and Joey running around the field. The mother and father holding onto one another as if they were in love all over again, gazing upon the home before even speaking a word.

"It's perfect." The dad stated. "And it's right beside the lake. The yard is huge for my plants." Mom replied. "And lemme guess, 50 miles from civilization am I right?" The girl said in disgust as she crossed her arms.

"Hush, Morgan. Tyler, Joey, your rooms are upstairs."

"Awe sweet!" Joey responded. "Race you!" Tyler said before running into the home leaving behind laughter and giggles. Mom and Dad turned to me, still holding onto one another as if they were meeting for the first time. "You wanna see your room?" Dad tried to say convincingly, but flatly.

I wanted to say more but I was trying to avoid his abyss of his negative attitude but all that escaped from lips was a simple "Sure."

Stepping inside the house itself seemed like a big step. Almost reluctance. Resistance. The chill of gaining goosebumps trailing across my arms. The inside looked like a small cabin. A kitchen across from the main door, a living room area and an upstairs on the right side. A small cozy cabin home. But it also shared a liking to people who had placed their things in here, but never came back for them. Hopefully debunking this by removing the small layers of dust from certain objects, slow ominous creaking from the upstairs interrupting my small investigation, as well as my train of thought. The twins giggling up in their room.

I could see the dust in the sun's glare from the windows. Slowly humming about the patted area it once rested on. Years seeming like mere hours resting against the old couches. The grandfather clock ticking low, like a deep piano note playing on loop.

Mom and Dad presenting themselves with Mom giving Dad a tour of the home. "Honey, this is perfect." Dad said. "Much more better than the last house we saw uptown."