FEARLESS (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 8

I shuddered from the cold as I walked across the parking lot. I quickly noticed it was deserted, noone was around. It was almost eerie, for it was beginning to darken; the warm light from the the better part of the day was loong gone. I bit against the gut feeling that something was wrong, and continued to walk.

The rain pouring down on me gave the pavement a shimmer, almost like black water. Wind whistled against the trees that lined the lot. I sucked in a quick breath as I saw a dark shadows dart in front of me. But then it was gone, just as fast as it appeared.

When I finally reached home
I saw that the door was locked, so I fought with the doorknob, then finally unlocked the door and swung it open. I then marched inside my house, I could smell a same odor emanating from my house.

"Mom, I am home! What was so urgent that you couldn't wait to tell me later." I shouted, closing the door behind me.

No responce.

Something was wrong, Mom wasn't home. That was strange, she said something was urgent, she even called me here and she wasn't here.

as if my brain short-circuited and needed to be rebooted. Around me, everything was in fast-forward while I was motionless in the middle of it all. How could this happen? I paled, raising a hand to cover her beating heart as I took in the scene in front of me.

The furniture was strewed apart, upside down, pillows scattered across the floor. The curtains were tattered across the window, and the drawers were frayed and clearly tampered with.

My eyes narrowed suspiciously as I glanced around, stepping through the room cagily.

"Mum?" I called, I tried to look for my mom.

When I received no response, I headed toward the kitchen, expecting her to be concentrating on cooking something new. Instead, I found the kitchen wrecked like the living room.

I called for my Mum again, concerned this time. By now, she would have replied but she didn't.

But today, she hadn't. She wasn't in the living room or kitchen like she usually would be. Worried, I began going toward her room, hurrying there.

"Mum?"

There was no return of acknowledgement.

"Mum?" I plea this time, as i raced through the house.

When nothing happened, I tried turning the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. With my heart rushing in anxiety, I grabbed the first chair I could find and smashed it against the door, causing the door to break off its hinges. As soon as it fell, I stepped into the room and glared around, my breathing was becoming unsteady.

The moment my eyes focused on a small body curled on the cold wooden floor, my mind went haywire. Terror pumped through me, anxiety wired around me, and fear tantalized me forward, rushing me to kneel down beside her.

"Mum," I blindly shook her, my fingers trembling against her clammy skin. "Mum, wake up."

When she didn't respond, my heart pounced against my chest, and I shook her violently, faith dying out. "Come on, Mum, wake up!"

I tried to turn her, but then stopped the instant my fingers felt something wet against her. Fighting for my self-assurance, I deliberately looked down, trying to keep mybreath going.

Gleaming red liquid clung to my fingers, fresh and clean. I rubbed it lightly, then sniffed it. It had the smell of blood.

Holding my breath, I turned her to face me. Tears pricked against my eyes, as I hysterically pulled her scarf down, away from her neck. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, a sob from my chest.

My blood ran cold, draining all means of hope out of me. There was black hole sat at the base of her chest, blood oozing out of it. A knife sat in the center of it, as if it were the devil himself. Her eyes were shut, her lips gently turned down in a frown. Her delicate features were distressed and troubled.

Her pulse was still.

NOOOO! This can't be! I screamed.

My face broke into agony as I stared at the wound, undeniably shocked. My heart wouldn't pump, my body wouldn't move.

I reached into the bottom of my very being and let out what I thought must have been a blood-curdling scream.

I must be dreaming - this must be a nightmare, this wasn't real.

I have to get some air, I can't breathe!

When I was outside, for the first time in my life I felt alone. Then, I saw symbols that were rubbed out or erased on the wall of my house. They were strange symbols and it looked like someone rubbed it out.

Was I seeing things? What are those symbols? and why did I notice now? There were so many questions but, no one to anwser it.

That's when I sensed something was wrong. I felt the presence of something, or someone. It was uncomfortable as if someone were staring at me, not breaking their gaze.

A chill went through my spine. I shuddered inwardly. A lock of dark hair blew onto my face, protesting against the strong winds. I shuddered again, but a passer-by would know of no more, because in seconds to come, I would have let a blood-curdling scream haunt the air around me, as the people from my nightmare, silent as the night, grabbed me roughly by the shoulders, as they put a handkerchief filled with strange herbs to my nose.

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A/N

Hey AMAZING readers. (that made me think of the AMAZING-SPIDER MAN) Lol

Firstly I would like to apologies for making you wait for so long! I am truly sorry.

Secondly, What do you think of this chapter? Any feedback?

Personally, I found this chapter very depressin and sad, and had many second thoughts of not writing it, but what is done, it's done . . . right?

Questions:

Who do you think did that to her Mum?

What will happen next ?

Thank you guys for making this almost over 1.50K views! You don't know how much that means to me!

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I shall be updating the next chapter tomorrow.

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HAGD/N

-Rahaz