Suicide House // Lashton [COMPLETED]

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"Bye bye mum, Lauren, Harry, I'll miss you." I squeezed my them all as they hugged me back, tightly.

"I'll miss you too. Be good." Mum shouted as I left my old house.

I smiled and waved at them. Walking up to my car, I unlocked it and climbed in. The windows rolled down and I stuck my hand out and waved once more.

I drove for quite a while. I had bought a house in Phoenix, Arizona but still haven't viewed it. I was excited to say the least but who could blame me? I was finally getting a house of my own. It was fairly cheap, in a nice location. Up the road was a park with a lake and American football pitch. Opposite the road was a medium sized field. And not to far away there was a water park. Really excited!

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After hours and hours I finally arrived. It was quite late evening, as I had left in the morning - very early.

"So this is it." I parked in the large drive way, hearing the stones move under my wheels.

I stepped out and smiled. It was a white brick house and had white flowers weaving through parts of it.

I rummaged through my pocket to get my new keys and unlock the door. After finally finding them - I have a lot of pockets - I attached it to my car keys and unlocked the door.

"Jeez it's cold." It was. As soon as I walked in there was a chill. I looked around the bottom floor, searching for the box that controls the heating. After finally finding it and opening the windows to let some warm air in, I turned on the radiators.

The house was already furnished and it was done quite nicely. I went up the stairs, fairly slowly due to my tiredness and walked down the hall. At the end was a white door with a gold Handle. I pushed down on the handle and pushed the door, but it wouldn't open.

Must be locked.

I shrugged and walked back up the hall when suddenly it felt cold again. I shook it off again and continued.

Why was that room so far from everything?

I walked up the three steps and opened the first door on the left. The walls were a baby blue colour with one wall covered in a floral wall paper. It had a double bed - fairly small - and a standard two door wardrobe. A dressing table in the corner of the room and a fire place with a mirror hung above it. In the other corner there was a chest of draws.

I mentally decided I didn't want this room and moved to the door next to it. The walls were a grey colour and a massive bed, with the head board pressed against the wall. On the other side of the room were double doors that led to the shower room with two sinks and a shower. There was also a large window overlooking the park and a four door wardrobe.
Other details were in the room, like another fire place.

This is the one.

I smiled and yawned, pulling off my shirt and tugging down my trousers.

I climbed into bed and pulled out my phone, opening Instagram.

Fuck, I haven't set up the wifi.

I groaned and shut my eyes. After what felt like a couple of minutes, I felt cold again. I wrapped the duvet around me righted and curled into a little ball, shivering.

After what I assumed was a couple of hours, I was awoken by sobbing.

What the actual fuck.

Listen here scooby doo, I ain't investigating that shit. I don't wanna die bitch. Not today.

My sassy mind caught with my calm and collected self.

You go glen sassy!

I decided the staying still and not moving at all will stop the crying. Somehow?

I shit my eyes and stayed as still as humanly possible. It turned into light whimpers.

I smiled to my self. It should stop now.

I thought but that thought ended by a high pitch screaming.

What the fuck?!

I hopped out of bed and walked down the hall, regretting not putting anything on.

The screaming turned back into crying and soon died into small sobs.

Um okay?

I went back to my room and climbed into the bed.

Just dreaming. I pinched myself and didn't feel it. It must be a dream.

I closed my eyes and slept.

A/N here are the warnings:[STRONG LANGUAGE, MAY BE TRIGGERING AS IT DOES CONTAIN SCENES OF SELF HARM]