Well, This Bloody Sucks

You Should Be Dead!

I enter the mammoth excuse for a house and ponder about how much money these relatives actually have.
Another question to add onto my ever-growing list.

I stop just after I fully enter the mansion and close the door quietly behind me. I marvel the beautiful staircase in front of me lit up by the giant chandelier hanging above it.
Dear God, please, if that chandelier should fall let me not be anywhere near it.

Before I continue to marvel the room, I give myself an appearance check. I have loose jeans in the shade of a night sky paired with a purple and black stripy sweater. My special rosary complete with my gemstone (topaz for November) hangs around my neck safely tucked underneath. I comfortably replace my dark blue cap on top of my bushy, black, African hair that I managed to contain in a low bun for the journey.

My chocolate button eyes scan the room as my ankle boot-clad very set across the room in search of any sign of life. To my right I see a boy lying on a sofa.

Considering the fact that he's taking up the entire sofa, it's fair to say that he's around my age. At least we have that confirmed. He has burning-red hair in a messed up fashion and seemed to either be really bad at putting on clothes or doesn't give a damn about them since he's wearing a school shirt with half of the buttons undone showing his chest. Not that I'm complaining or anything. He has his red tie around his neck. And by that I mean tied around his actual neck. He has black trousers on with the right leg rolled up to just below his knee and his belt showing on top of his shirt with his blazer topping his outfit.

I leave my suitcase unattended and walk over to him. My boots being the only sound in this house of silence.

He's asleep. How very nice of him. I lay a hand on his shoulder to coax him awake only to receive goosebumps on my chocolate-like skin by his freezing temperature. I snatch my hand away in mild shock and instead try to feel his pulse.

My eyes widen in surprise.

There's no pulse.

Goddammit, the hot ones are either, jerks, taken or dead!

"Why the hell would there be a dead body right here in the open?" I ask out loud whilst taking out my phone to call the police about this lifeless body.

Suddenly, Tomato-Head wakes up revealing emerald eyes and swipes my phone away from me.

"Damn you're noisy." He remarks whilst slowly sitting up.

I stare at him in shock.

"It's not as if it's your house. So be quiet." He shoots me a tired but effective glare.

I ramble out words before I process them in my brain.
"Dude! I'm noisy? You're supposed to be dead!"