Chapter 1
Hi, my name is Alyssa. I'm 14 and my only friend is my cat Sylvia. I have long black hair and grey eyes. I'm a loner. But still a child on the inside.
Me and my family just came here from New York. We bought a house and it looks pretty neat - it's a 3-level cottage with a tiny pool and huge backyard. My room is fairly big and has just enough space to place all my poems and drawings. It's so empty and quiet - very unusual for a chick from New York. Oh well, at least it's peaceful in here. After checking out my new room, I go downstairs to help my parent unpack the garbage we brought with us, that includes antique Chinese vases, my childhood photos and some weird statuettes that my parents love.
When we were done unpacking the old rubbish and setting the furniture, we had another boring family dinner - watching TV while eating a delivered pizza with homemade lemonade and criticizing every stupid commercial we see in between of watching another dumb sci-fi movie. Wow, my life is boring. As usual, I fell asleep on the couch and woke up as the movie ended. I found dad snoring on the floor and mom was on the couch holding her cellphone and getting her "beauty sleep". I decide to go back to my room with Sylvia and my lovely laptop. I lie down on my bed and turn on the laptop. I go on Facebook, but nothing changes, as usual - no friend requests, no messages and nothing in the "Notifications". Why do I even have Facebook? Oh well. I search up some makeover games. Still nothing catches my eye. I'll just go with "My Little Pony" then. I love "My Little Pony". They're adorable.
As I play, Sylvia went downstairs(probably to get food because she's a fatty), and I heard some light footsteps coming from upstairs, and I was pretty sure it wasn't my dad nor my mom(unless they secretly sleepwalk). That's creepy. It might be Sylvia - who knows where she is and what that naughty kitty's doing when she's not with me. I keep playing because getting scared is not as fun as playing my fave games online. Maybe that's why I don't have any friends. Tomorrow when I'll go to school, I'm gonna hope for the best - to find a loser like myself(even though no one is as lame as me)and become friends. Sounds like fantasy to me. Nobody is as "mysterios" as me. I was always called a "freak" or "weirdo" at my old school. I don't even know why - I try to be social and stuff, but no one seems to care if I even exist or not. Sometimes, I even feel like a ghost. I feel bad for the ghosts now. Like, why can't I be normal like everyone else? All they say is either "piss off" or "who cares". Ahh, all those relationships are too complicated. I'll be alright with Sylvia. I fell asleep with the thought.
I woke up before the sun was out. It was still pitch-dark outside. And then I realized: I woke up because I heard some high-pitched screams and some moderate screeching coming from upstairs. Why am I so concerned? Those noises are probably some retarded critters searching for food or playing tag. Calm down Aly, she told herself you woke up in the middle of the night just because of some mental rats? Go to sleep. I should actually go to sleep now.
When I woke up from my short nap, I took a shower and did my make-up. I went upstairs just to check if everything was ok. Nope. As I went I saw blood lines on the floor, that said "I love you". How is that even possible? I don't think anyone even likes me. Even my parents seem not to care about me. And even if someone actually did it, who could it be? But who's blood was that? Dad's? Mom's? I scream. I run into my room, just so I'll be able to get my mind off things. Where's Sylvia? She's supposed to be here. Oh my God. I went back upstairs, a little further, just to see Sylvia's bloody corpse on the floor. Who would ever do that to an innocent creature like Sylvia? Poor kitty. This feels like one of my family members just died. What if he(or she) would murder my parents next? Or me? Wait. I haven't seen my parents this morning. What did he do to them? I storm into the kitchen. No one. I go to my parents room. My heartbeat fastened. I open the door and see an empty bed. Crap. I ran downstairs, just to check. As more and more thoughts struck my mind, I felt warm tears flowing down my face. I almost can't see anything, but I keep going. As soon as I stepped inside the room, I looked around. I saw my parents, but still couldn't stop crying. Sylvia was already dead. And that is enough. It's like losing a sister. To an unknown cause.
While my parents were snoring their heads off, I let out a silent scream. My parents woke up.
"What happened, hon?"mom asks " Why are you crying?"
I told them everything.
Mom took a glance at the clock and her eye widened. "It's already 9:36! We slept in! Jason we have to get ready and skip breakfast. Aly, it's okay if you stay home today. Clean up the mess and calm yourself down." She kissed my forehead and went upstairs to get ready. Dad, still not fully awake followed her like a zombie. "Jason!" I heard her yell "we really need to hurry!" After a while, they both ran downstairs and out the door. "Bye Aly" I heard my dad say.
Then I heard footsteps.
