Chapter 5

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by whateverXOX

"Hey Rebecca!" I called out to the stunning blonde.
"Oh hey, there you are. What are we waiting for? Let's shop." She said smiling.

To my surprise, I actually like Rebecca. She's nice and we have a lot in common. I can tell that we're going to be great friends.

Anyway after shopping I headed back home. As I walked into our cute little home.
"MOOOOOOOM" I yelled out to see if Sarah was here, I got no answer which was weird, she's normally home.
"AUNNNTTTT LIZZZAAAAA" I yelled out for Eliza. No reply. Okay this is weird.
"UM ANYONE HOME?" No reply. Damn.
I felt this weird feeling like something was wrong so Im a bit worried. I'm just over reacting, yeah that's it. I'm just over reacting. I'm just gonna go and get some food then watch some tv.
I headed to my room to change clothes first. I changed into some black sweatpants, a bright pink sports bra, a blue not too loose but not super tight tank top, fuzzy socked the right one green and the left was yellow (cause I keep losing one sock and have to mix match), then my red slippers. In other words I was literally wearing 6 different colors. I was a walking rainbow.
I walked into the kitchen to fix a snack. I made myself a turkey sandwich and grabbed some sour cream and onion chips. Pushing the living room door open, I was met with a horrible sight. I completely froze dropping all my food, tears swelled up in my eyes and I felt as though I couldn't breath. There right in front of my was my mom and my aunt Liza, so bloodied up that I could barely recognize them. I screamed ran towards them seeing if they're still alive, using my witchy senses. All I could sense was death. They can't be dead. They only two who have been there for me. They basically brought me back to life. They can't be dead. They can't leave me. I need them. I sat and called Caroline's mom, Liz, since she is after all the sheriff. After I called her I just sat there and cried and cried and cried.
I hear people rush in but I don't really pay attention. All I can focus on is the fact that the 2 women that raised me are now dead. I am alone.
Two policemen tried to get me away from their bodies but all I wanted was to be by them. They kept dragging me away while I kicked and screamed and cried. This is when I know I'm complete and utterly broken.