The Darkest One

The Darkest One Ch. 17 Shaky Foundations (Edited)

Chapter 17 Shaky Foundations

“It’s getting late guys.” I said looking tiredly around at everyone. My apartment was still a complete and utter mess. We’ve been working for hours and it looked like we had barely even made a dent. The triplets and the twins groaned, looking at the side.

“We’ll see you guys tomorrow.” They said and pattered off to their own sections, each one stretching and yawning as they did so. As they went off to their own rooms I stared around at mine in despair. The feeling grew until it was all I could think about. The choking feeling as it seemed that nothing I could did would make it better. Someone had been in my apartment, torn it to pieces and left.

It no longer felt safe to be in this room or in this apartment altogether. But I couldn’t really go anywhere. The housing committee seemed to be pretty strict and even if was able to convince them it would surely cost me. I felt like an animal stuck in a cage waiting for the worst to come.

The door slammed. It brought me out of my thoughts. Everyone had left and I walked over to where Kole was. He hadn’t moved an inch the entire night; he sat there like he saw no one around him.

I picked him and glanced at Drew. He settled in on the couch gave me a small smile. I didn’t have a choice, I smiled back. I left the room, wanting to leave the eerie feeling but it was everywhere. I found Drew to be brave to sleep in the living room. I felt completely uncomfortable in there. My mind felt fogging, I barely remembered putting Kole down for bed or changing into the pjs. Yet, I was in bed, staring endlessly up at the ceiling.

I wasn’t overreacting was I? Someone or something had been in my apartment, in my room. Right now I just felt like I was underreacting. I should have called the cops; they could’ve dealt with this better than I did. I mean it was their job right?

My room was bright with the calm white glow of the moon. It shined through the window, filling half of my room with light. The other half laid in never ending darkness that not even daylight could dissipate.  If I glanced into the darkness I would just be able to make out the closet door.

Where all the secrets laid, waiting to be discovered. I remembered as a kid I was always afraid the monster in the closet and it kept me up at night? I always wondered what it would like if my Dad would bravely open the door, slowly, allowing the door to creak open. Then he would make a big show of how the monster would get him. I was scared as hell and then he’d open the door wide and show me that there was no monster.

Well Damien never did that. And he was the closest thing I had to a ‘dad’.

He wasn’t a dad and he said that he wouldn’t waste any time telling us there were no monsters. That we had to accept that sometimes I will find a monster in the closet.

And right now, I felt as if there was a pretty big one just waiting for to open the closet once more.

A cool, crisp breeze tickled my cheek. I groaned and muttered under my breath, I had thought I shut my window last night. With all the craziness that happened last night though I could have just forgotten. The cool breeze turned into a huge gust and my hair swirled around.

I had to get up and close the window, I groaned again. I really didn’t want to get up. It took forever to fall asleep. The wind grew more persistent and annoying until I finally sat up and look around.

Well this definitely was not my room.

Another gust of chilly air blew long trends of hair in my face and I hurriedly tucked the stray hair back in place. The cool damp gravel dug into my skin, painfully reminding me that I was not in my room. I slowly stood up, stretching to get the kinks out.