When Night Comes

Chapter 1.

( Picture of Layla )
I kept running as fast as I could, my breathing was painful and raspy. The snow would crunch and sticks would break with every step I would take. I couldn't believe how fast this creature was running, and I was trying to out run it but, it almost seemed impossible at this point, that's when I had to trip, over a STUPID tree root that was sticking out of the ground, I gasped in pain when my face connected to the ground causing a scratch to appear.

I felt a liquid trickle down my cheek, I knew what it was I didn't have to think twice that it was blood. Soon drops of it was on the snow , I couldn't stay there thinking about my cheek it wasn't the time! I quickly got up to continue my running but as soon as I got up, I felt a pair of claws grab my ankles and pull me down causing, the claws to tear my skinny jeans and I could feel blood trickle down my foot.

( 5 days earlier )
After bringing in the suit cases from outside my dad caught me and called me out "Honey do you mind getting me the hammer really quickly?" Asked dad standing on the ladder holding a few nails in his mouth. "  Sure, which  box is it in ?" I ask looking around at all the boxes that are scattered all over the old wood, then I looked back at him " Dad, alot of boxes aren't open . . . It'll take me an hour to search for a hammer." I said

All he did was sigh, "Layla look at the labels there are labels on the boxes" he said rolling his eyes at me. That's when I barely realized there was labels on them, I quickly flushed with embarrassment thinking how stupid I was. "Oh," I replied finding a box that said " TOOLS " I went over there and got the knife we had laying around for opening them, then I slid it across the tape and opened it up.

I found the hammer and gave it to dad. Dad let a chuckle escape his lips "Layla next time look, use the eyes you have okay?" He asked I rolled my eyes at him hoping he didn't see me. "So when is mom coming back?" I asked getting a piece of gum from my pocket opening it and plopping it in my mouth.

I guess he saw me because he held out his hand to me "Sharing is Caring" he said with a grin on his face, "But, you didn't answer my question." I pointed out he laughed "Being a smart ass huh?"
"Maybe" I replied, this time he rolled his eyes "She's out getting baby clothes and is going to get us some Chinese food for dinner" he said banging the hammer against the wall.

I clapped my hands in excitement I honestly adored Chinese food it was like the best thing in the world. " Layla I Need you to start doing your room okay? " said dad getting off the ladder.  He put up a family portrait of us, I stared at  it then looked down at the floor.

It showed me and my older brother hugging each other and laughing when my dad put on a funny face, and mom was kissing his cheek. It was a good day but, when John my older brother passed away because of leukemia.. My whole world went upside down, all of our worlds turned upside down... That's why we moved here.

My dad caught me looking a little sad till he said "So! Your stuff is over there and go choose your room Alright? But not the biggest one." He sighed and laughed giving me a playful glare. "Okay fine..." I groaned, Dad laughed in response then went into the kitchen to start hanging stuff up their too.

I went upstairs carrying 2 heavy boxes full of my stuff feeling like if I was about to fall, but I just shook it off and looked around when I found the perfect room I automatically dropped the boxes on the floor with a "SLAM" Dad heard me and yelled " LAYLA IF THE FLOOR BREAKS YOUR FIXING IT!!!"

And I replied " I ACCIDENTALLY DID IT!!! IM INNOCENT!!" That's when he didn't say anything else, I let out a little laugh. I start taking out all my stuff, after taking out stuff like my clothes and posters I had, I saw a picture of John with me we both made a funny face and it was in a photograph.

That's when I barely realized that I was crying because a tear fell onto the glass, I wiped them away as soon as they came out. I went to my bed layers on the wall and hugged my knees to my chest, while still holding the photograph.
"I miss you John," managed to escape my lips, I cried softly so dad won't hear me.

To make things worse John died the day when mom found out she was pregnant, how happy she was until we saw John in his room lying helplessly on the floor. We moved here for a new start to put all of that behind us.

And I'm praying John is with me because I miss him terribly but, I know he is... I feel his presence around me for some reason. I put the photo down on my bed not looking at it and got up, continuing packing.

I miss you John....