Broken Clay Dolls

when you were young (part 2)

there he sat on the porch swing, nonchalantly smoking a cigeret and reading a newspaper. his messy dark black hair contrasted against his pale skin. but even from where Anya stood she could see the dark bags under his eyes and the way his jaw streached out his skin giving his a malnourished look but not one of a starving person but more of one who hadn't eaten in a few weeks and knowing him he probably hadn't. just seeing him brought a look of anger rageing through Anya and she felt as if an angry beast had just come out through her. she felt the hatred boiling inside of her. hatred for all he has done. and in an instant the memories came rushing forward bringing stinging tears to her eyes.

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it was three years ago just before she turned 10 and before she was brought to a sudden reality that maybe the world wasn't as perfect as she had hoped, that there was indeed evil in the world. and that could never be taken back.

she sat on the swing the august wind blowing through her dark brown hair. she forgot just how long she had been there but just sitting on that swing overlooking the golden hills that shimered in the sunlight set against the mid afternoon sun took away her breath and she was willing to sit there for the rest of her life if she could. she pushed and pulled herself with her feet as she keep her eyes on the blowing golden grass of the hills infront of her. lost in her thoughts.

suddenly a blood curdling scream prices through the quietness bringing Anya back from her thoughts. she looks to where the scream came from and the hairs raise on the back of her neck as her entire body is consumed in fear and the goosebumps that occumany it. the worst case senarious play in her mind as she pushes off from the swing and breaks into a sprint straight for the screen door on the front porch.

"oh what if she fell and broke something " she thought in fear that her dear old grandmother is in danger.

but not even the worst scenario that played in her innocent ten year old mind could of prepares her for what she was about to witness.

she tore up the front stairs and ripped open the screen door to come into the living room seeing furniture upturned and pictures broken. it looked as if a tornado tore through the living room. she looked around for the next place to go to. when she saw it. the crimsion stain on the edge of the upturned table as it proceaded to fall on the wooden floor leaving a little puddle of dark red blood. when she realized what it was her heart stoped. she grew ever more nervous she walked past the liveing room onto the staircase that lead up to the rooms. she stoped right at the base of the stairs and covered her gasp.

all along the staircase it looked as if the same tornado had come up the stairs for all the pictures of her and her family where crooked and just barely holding onto the nail that held them in place. the once welcoming white hallway was now covered in handprints, streaks, and splats. all in blood. tears threatened to come down her round face as she hoped that whatever happened her grandma was still alive.

she slowly began to climb the stairs holding onto the railing because if she let go she wasn't all to sure she would continue up the stairs or run away and hide in hope that this was all a nightmare. the landing ontop of the stairs seemed miles long and the light streaming from the hallway window seemed to make the quiet house ever more eerie. she could hear her pounding heart in her ears and her shakey breathing seemed a thousand times louder then anything she had ever heard. she reached the top step to.be greated with an ever worse mess. the pictures and mirrors where now broken leaving blood covered shards of glass lining the hallway to her grandma and gandpas room. the blood that lined the staircase didn't stop there it seemed to be leading her to her grandmas room. she took in a shakey breath as she continued again towards the door left ajar at the end of the hallway. and again the eerie quietness got the best of Anya. she had to hold on to the walls to keep herself up. and every step under the cracking glass was uncirtain. she reached the door and slowly pushed it open.