Chapter 2

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Misty morns and hazy nights
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"So they're alive?" Nene sat in her room pondering on this very question. Such questions should have straightforward answers... but nothing here was straightforward, let alone normal. Nene had thought she had seen it all- ghosts, near death experiences herself- but clearly that was only the beginning. Things had only just calmed down and had been normal, but nothing ever lasts forever and Nene still wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not.

A heavy breath, maybe five? I wasn't sure. I stared knives into the front door. This was my home... but I hadn't been here in years and even before that this was never home. No, home was a place you are supposed to feel warm and safe; there was nothing safe about this place.

I pushed open the door and slowly crept inside.  I shoved the anxiety that swelled inside of me into the deeper depths of my mind as to save it for later. For once, it was quiet. I wasn't going to stick around to ask questions, instead I headed off to my room and let my head sink on my pillow. How odd, I never had thought I would miss this.

My face scanned the ceiling. I searched for anything to focus on other than the constant cracking and breaking of this world. I could feel it. This reality in which I was living, it was fragile. One wrong step and it would all be gone, I'd be gone.

My heart swelled with pain, and yet, somehow this was better than the darkness that I had known for over a year now. This was something different, something new. This wasn't the sitting in silent agony with no one to talk to about my woes, this was a new chance. The only condition to this was that everything had to stay the same. No matter how tempting the offer to change everything, I had to leave it as it was.

My head pounded against the pillow, my brain wracking itself in misery. Tylenol, I thought to myself. If I knew anything, then I knew that my room was my only safe place in this house. Leaving my safe place just for slight relief wasn't worth it. But as the time ticked by and there was still no sound of screaming, the pounding in my head only got worse. "Shit," I muttered under my breath, throwing away the blankets from my body to get up from my bed and stare blankly at my bedroom door.

In came a deep breath for me to hold. I twisted the knob and as the door creaked open, the house was still empty. My vision flashed for a moment, an echo of some argument played back in my head. It was gone, or more accurately, they were gone. The rifts of reality seemed to have merged incorrectly. I could still hear everything— like an echo— that should be happening, but clearly nothing was happening in front of me.

I made my way down the hall and listened as the muffled yelling got louder. My eyes met with the kitchen cabinet where we kept the medicine. My feet pressed against the tile.

CRASH!

The distant sound of a fist being slammed against the table made me jump from my skin. My eyes stayed trained to the wooden surface as if when I turned my back someone would really be standing there. Finally I turned back towards the cabinet and reached up for the medicine. I pushed around bottles of various medications until I found the one labeled with acetaminophen. I downed two pills, water wasn't necessary it had become too much of a hassle, especially when I was used to the frequent headaches.

I let out a long breath as I leaned against the counter and rubbed my temple wishing the ache would soon fade. The sounds of arguing seemed to fade as my focus fell to my situation. I'd have to relive everything. I'd have to watch my friend become corrupted. I'd have to watch her throw away everything we ever had. My hand traced the bracelet on my wrist as my eyes seemed to pool with tears. Quickly I wiped them away and headed back towards my room.  There wasn't time for tears, I needed sleep if I was going to be able to keep a straight face tomorrow.

A/n
Sorry for slow updates. I have no excuse other than I'm lazy and unmotivated. Hope this chapter is okay though.

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