Gore.

Chapter 1~ Gate One

April 13, 2007
Pennsylvania

"Mama! Papa!"

I woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. I realized I fell asleep in my working table. My lamp was now flicked off and it was a bit dark here in my room.

I dreamed about Mama and Papa again. Everytime I feel stressed, that horrible memory always appear in my dreams. It was more like a nightmare that hunts me and I couldn't forget ever since they died on that fire thirteen years ago. A tear fell on my cheek remembering my parents faces, I wiped it using my arm.

I badly missed them..

Rubbing my temples, I realized my sketchbook is missing infront of me. I've been working on my sketch since last week that I will submit for the Arts Festival. I opened my lamp searching for it and then my pencil rolled down under my table.

I ducked under it until I found what I've been searching for, my sketchbook had fallen with my pencil. Picking it up, a gust of wind from the open window welcomed me making me shiver.

When I glance at my drawing, I gasped and I almost fell on my chair because I didn't remember that I drew this one.

The monster from the fire.

I dropped my sketchbook. I am a hundred percent sure that I did NOT drew the monster. I drew Mama and Papa's faces. What's happening to me? This drawing looks more than a monster; a demon. It looks realistic, and has color on it with shades of red, yellow, brown, blue and black. I remembered those crimson eyes that always hunts me in my nightmares.

I ripped the drawing off from the sketchbook.

"This is not happening." I whispered to myself.

I gripped the paper hard in my hands and opened the door. I went downstairs quietly so I couldn't wake up my sister sleeping in her room. I walked towards the kitchen searching for a match. I'm going to burn this thing.

I've been living in my half sister's house since my parents died on the fire. Her parents told me they found me standing infront of my burning house: bloody and crying. They asked me questions but they said I didn't talk even a single word until I was eight. They thought I was mute that time. But maybe it was due on my traumatic experience.

I never saw my parents bodies after they adopted me. My adopted parents also died because of car crash a year ago.

I went outside the house with a match and the drawing. I knelt down on a grassy ground and lied the paper on it. I lit up the match and carefully burned the drawing turning it into ashes.

I stood up when the paper was gone and the ashes flew everywhere with the wind. I was about to go inside the house when I spotted my boyfriend's house light was still on. He's my neighbor two houses away from mine. It's weird because I know he should be asleep in this time.

I walked towards his house, I froze when I hear laughing and giggling sounds inside his house. I am sure Adam lives by his own. And he never let anyone enter his home except me. I knocked on the door three times but no one's answering. People were still giggling followed by disturbing moans.

Curiosity filled my mind and I peeked through his tinted window. At first all I can see was the fireplace, his wooden furnitures and a couple of clothes lying on the floor. There were girl's clothes too, and then my eyes landed on the two people making out on the couch.

Both naked.

My chest tightened, I couldn't breathe properly. A tear fell on my cheek, my boyfriend is having sex with my best friend.