The Shed

Diana Faye

My eyelids felt like a thousand weights pulling me down to a bottomless pit. The night before, I was attempting to do the "cat eye", and I looked like a nightmare. As I walked towards my bunk bed with my twin sister Sierra, she fell off the bed in horror. I was right, but she fell because of something else. She found a human tooth under her pillow. Me, being stupid at the moment stumbled and got my toe stuck in a pin in the creases of our wooden floor. As of right now, I am laying on my bunk trying to forget my existence on earth.

I had enough gore for the past few days and I just wanted to be alone. Right when things started to head in the right direction, My sixteen year old brother Conner walked in. He was the kind of person that could get away with murder and still manage to have a beautiful smile on his face. In most girls eyes, he was probably gorgeous. His eyes were as blue as the sky, and his lashes as long as his smile. I was attracted to him like every sister should be, but he had this awful side to him, that only we know about.

My brother walked in with a cigarette and a lighter. He handed one to me, even while knowing the condition I was in at the time. The thing about Conner is that there was always a catch to him, the cigar probably lit up with an explosion. Ever since he was small, he enjoyed the idea of death. Our parents tried taking him to a psychologist but he wouldn't budge.

I took a cigarette and wiped the crust coming out of my eyelids, and I watched him stare in disgust. "Don't act like I don't know that what you've been doing lately is even more horrifying than eye crust," I snapped. He took out a letter from the pocket of his torn grey jeans. He gave it to me and said he found it on our front porch with dust all over it.

Before I opened it, I asked him what I was about to read. "Well if I told you, where is the fun Diana?" he chuckled.

We rarely ever get letters in our mail, heck, we don't even get visitors.

I tore open the letter, and gazed at the fine print handwriting. It was from our home owners, they let us stay while they were on a family trip. Their daughter had a tragic death at their arrival, and all the blame goes to our family. I read on, it said that we were no longer permitted into their home.

A month earlier from now, we were kicked out of our own house. We were unable to pay the bills and take care of the house.