you are the darkness

moving in.

My secrets are burning a hole through my heart and my bones catch a fever. it keeps you up with ease, im trying to find I way to BREAATHH.

Roxans' earphones burst with music, her favourite bands are her best friends, as only they understand her. The cars windows are coated with condensation and shes written her name in it whenever she peers through it. It's dark, 10:00 exactly, so as soon as she gets settled she's deciding it's time to go sleep.

It all happened suddenly, the decision to move away. Since her mom came out officially as lesbian and moved to live with her lover, her father couldn't take the memories of the house. So when the house was on the market so cheap, they couldn't refuse.

The moving van pulls into the driveway straight after the car she's in parks up. Her dad pops out of the car and opens her door. She grunts before getting out of the car, firmly grabbing her phone in her hand.

When they both walk into the house, they realise the beauty of it. Victorian styles, well furnished already, and the smell of lavender fills their noses.

"Wow." Roxan says, her deep and almost monotone voice speaks for the first time in a while. "Yep, what a price for this area. Any area! Roxy this will be great for us, we have four spare rooms!"

His tone is extremely enthusiastic, like this could be finally be a silver lining. "Why is this house so cheap dad?"

They both look at each other. "Well roxy, they say this place is haunted. Couple people died, it happens. Don't matter to me." Roxan just laughs.

"Nice. Can't wait to meet the undeeaaddd." Roxy says, sticking her hands infront of her walking as if she was a zombie.

"Come on roxy- you know I study psychology at university. A guy- tate Langley, lived here once, he killed a couple teens at a library, poor kid. Actually it was someone you studied with me! The guy you called 'fit' to one of your friends. His mom even lives next door..."

Roxana smiles, stupid memory.
She sighs and jumps on the nearest sofa that comforts her landing. "Oh yeah, good times. Guess we'll be getting a run-in with his mommy then. Let's go unpack, I'm worried about crumpling my band posters."

She walks off in her big boots to the van to get her large poster box. She goes to one of the biggest rooms and takes out her blue tack, little selfish choosing this room,but she couldn't care less.

Roxan is almost finished decorating a full wall of posters. Theres so many, people from nirvada to slipknot. It varies in colours and sizes but all of them are beautiful.

As shes sticking her bring me the horizon poster on, featuring lee, matt, matt, jordan and oli, she hears a deep voice behind her.

"Hi." It says, almost angelic but completely unconfident. When she turns around, the owner of the voice is gone. It's wierd, but She ask no questions. There's no one to ask.

After attempting to find her tape to put up her last posters failed, roxan sighs and looks at her bed, time for sleep...