FADES AWAY

A Night of Terror

Amare is lying in her bed, light of the early morning is filtering through the window of the room. The house is calm at this time of the night, but her thoughts could not be more rampant. The happenings of the previous night come back to her mind in the same manner that a bad dream is remembered. She digs into her pocket and goes through the tattered letter reading the threatening message all over again.

Amare: conveying (the thinking) "We have a problem here, you thought that you could just up and leave – I haven't even begun yet!"

Trembling from head to toe, the young lady embraces the chill, creating a lump in the pit of her stomach. She takes the letter and opens it with the hope of finding something, she just looks at the words on the paper and scratch her head to understand what is written on the paper. Who could have arranged a sending of this? And why now?

Amare suddenly concentrates and her mind wanders off to Azazel. I have always felt something off about him. Could it be that he is behind this message? It sure looked like something he would do to perpetuate authority and gersomeone fear.

Amare: Of course, there is nothing unusual in sending a letter; however, (thinking) "But why a letter? He always comes directly to the point. This is something else. It is sinister."

Amare: (the subconscious) "I can't turn a blind eye on this one, someone wants us to be cower and know that their watching us, But what does 'I am not even done yet mean to them' What else could they do?

She turns her head, glancing around her room, her safe haven, and she gets the shivers. If someone like Azazel or someone worse has something worse in store, she needs to be prepared. She has to safeguard her mother and her, Carolyn.

Amare crumbles the letter and puts it absently into her pocket. She rises up and moves to the window, and she gazes outside this dark house they live in. The fire is back in her eyes and she looks intense.

The first rays of dawn filter through the kitchen window, casting a soft glow over the room. Amare rubs her eyes as she walks downstairs, still shaken from the events of the previous night. She can hear the quiet hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes. As she rounds the corner, she stops abruptly.

Azazel is sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his morning coffee and reading the newspaper. His demeanor is calm, almost serene, a stark contrast to the monster she witnessed the night before. Carolyn stands by the stove, her movements stiff and mechanical as she prepares breakfast. Her eyes are red and swollen from crying, but she forces a smile when she notices Amare.

Carolyn: (softly) "Good morning, sweetheart. Breakfast is almost ready."

Amare glances warily at Azazel, who looks up from his newspaper with a seemingly pleasant smile.

Azazel: "Good morning, Amare. Did you sleep well?"

Amare doesn't respond, her eyes narrowing as she studies him. She takes a seat at the table, her heart pounding in her chest. The memory of his cruelty is fresh in her mind, but his current demeanor is disarmingly normal. The letter she found last night, with its chilling message, adds to her unease.

Amare: (voice steady) "I got a letter last night."

Azazel raises an eyebrow, feigning curiosity.

Azazel: "A letter? From whom?"

Amare pulls out the crumpled letter from her pocket and reads aloud, her voice trembling with anger.

Amare: "It said, 'We got a problem here. You imagined you could go and just walk away – I have not even started yet!' What does this mean, Azazel?"

Azazel's smile falters for a fraction of a second before he quickly recovers, setting down his coffee cup.

Azazel: (calmly) "I'm not sure what you mean, Amare it must be from some one random dont care about it dear.