Deeply Red

Into The Woods.

(Amy's POV)

Unaware of what's happening in reality as I sleep, I eventually find myself in a surprisingly pleasant dream. I'm bent over in a field on my knees in the dirt, pulling carrots from the ground. As I harvest the carrots I see a small blue birds egg in the soil. I stand, and head to go wash off the dirt.

A few steps later, and I reach a gate I hadn't noticed before. I push it open paying no mind to the sudden sight of the beautiful house that sits just beyond the gate. I walk up, and open the door, this feels natural almost like I've done it a thousand times. I relax as the feeling of being home overcomes me, despite not recognizing my surroundings.

I walk over to the kitchen sink, and take out the egg rinsing it under the running water. I feel the movement of the baby bird under the shell of the egg. I smile, placing it in a small box on the counter. I make my way through my house looking at all of the décor, Everything is a shade of blue, gold, yellow, white, or green. Each room looks like a different theme, a golden sunflower dining room, a room with thousands of sparkling emeralds on the ceiling, and a grand living room with all of the colors tied into a beautiful chandelier.

I walk over to a beautiful bay window that looks out at the endless fields of prairie grass. My eyes are drawn to the blue orbs hanging from my ears in my reflection. I reach up touching the smooth, round pearls as a pair of hands wrap around my waist from behind me. I stare out the window at storm clouds rolling in the distance. One of the hands on my waist lifts up to my neck brushing my hair to the side. I feel kisses trail up, and down my neck as I continue to watch the approaching storm.

"There's a storm coming," I say softly.

There's no reply as my lover continues to place kisses down my arm to my hand.

"Darrel, there's a storm coming," I say again this time turning to make him stop, and look at me...only to fall out of bed plummeting to the floor as I turn.

I sit up with a low groan, and rise from the cold hard ground. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I'm in the master bedroom wearing completely different clothes from when I fell asleep. Goosebumps spread across my skin as I recall the words of Jake's serenade.

'Love me, love me, love me...'

Speaking of the man, behind the voice of the most unsettling performance I've ever heard. Where is Jake? I glance over at the digital alarm clock on the other side of the bed, '2:32 P.M.'. The room sits in a quiet stillness around me while I gather the courage to leave the room.

I crack open the door to the master bedroom looking out. As I make my way through the living room the faint sound of music can be heard playing from down the hall. I make my way towards the library passing by the kitchen, and the dining room. I stop, the outline of someone sitting at the table making me back track my steps slightly. Darrel sits at the table, plates of food set for breakfast. I walk over, peering over his shoulder to see what's on his plate.

"Hey, what's for breakfa-AHH!" I scream at the sight of Darrel's lifeless body, just now noticing the blood that has pooled on the floor beneath his seat.

I hear a commotion coming from the Library so I make a mad dash for the hallway laundry closet standing between the washer, and the dryer. I shut the doors just before Jake comes bursting into the hall. Trying to keep my breaths as quiet as possible while I stare at him with wide eyes through the slits in the door.