Hillside Creek(ON HOLD UNTIL I HAVE TIME TO UPDATE)

The Break-In

The rest of the day passed by much the same, with everyone I saw giving me weird looks, and at lunch they were sitting as far away from me as possible. I couldn't have asked questions even if I wanted to, which I did, but was too scared to. The teachers as well, they completely ignored me, as if I didn't even exist. I was terrified, but strangely curious. This was a new town, a new adventure. Or so I told myself.

Walking home from school, I realised how lonely I was. Back home, or what used to be home, I had lots of friends, I was popular, but here I was the complete opposite. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea coming here after all. But I had the gorgeous land behind the house, that would cheer me up. I just had to rush home, drop my bags, and explore.

But an open door greeted me. This was strange, as it wasn't a very warm day. I cautiously went inside, to the gleaming white paint and the dark, moss green carpet. When I turned and looked down the short hallway, everything was as it should be. Then, I entered the lounge. And what I saw terrified me.

It was a mess. The glass table had been smashed, the sofas in pieces, ornaments had been smashed everywhere. Even the TV had been cracked. This was no brutal argument. This was no sunny day. This was a break-in. I ran out of the house, not daring to look back. I didn't stop until I reached the far edge of the clearing. Then I phoned the first person in my contacts list- Aunt Maisie.

"Aunt Maisie, please help me. My house has been broken into and I don't know what to do. I'm scared!", I cried urgently.

"Woah woah woah WOAH! Calm down. Go back into the house, carry something heavy in case they're still in there, and check the place out. Then call the police. Call your mum, ask where she is. Good luck, and, one more thing,DON'T FREAK OUT!!"

"Thanks."

I nervously entered the house, finding nothing suitable. I edged up the staircase, and when I reached the top, I creeped into mom's room. The same as the lounge, it was all smashed to pieces.I had to resist the urge to run away, I had to do what Aunt Maisie told me to do. She was right, of course. It was the right thing to do.

But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I entered my room.

When I entered, I could sense that something was wrong. Worse, than it already was. My room smelt of it, smelt of pain, smelt of suffering. I looked round the room, checking the damage. Something was wrong. It wasn't as damaged and it wasn't as bad as the other rooms. It couldn't just be a coincidence. I turned to the other side and opened the blinds, to see if they had jumped out the window to escape, or at least just done damage to it.

They had done damage to it. They had done severe damage to it. It terrified me, truthfully. I was so afraid, that I just stood still, a delayed reaction. Just for a moment though. Then I let out a blood-curdling scream.

In what appeared to be blood, written on the window, were the words-"Leave Hillside Creek. Or more of your family will share the same fate!".

It was only then that I noticed the pale body on the floor beside me. The woman had obviously been stabbed, and several times from what I could see. Her jet black hair had been pushed behind her head, and her stunning white clothes were now a deep blood red, and were clinging to her body. Because that was all she was. A pale, lifeless body. There was no point in calling the paramedics, she was already,-I couldn't think it, I just couldn't. I didn't want to. As if not saying it would somehow fend off the truth.

She was already dead.

I held her hand, whispering sweet lullabies to her, as if she was just falling asleep. Why not think that that's all that was happening, give myself peace until I could face the truth.

But I never would be able to face it. Because the person I was holding onto, who I was singing lullabies to, was my mother. And I would never again have the chance to speak to her, to tell her I loved her, that I looked up to her, that I respected her. My father was gone, ran away the day I was born. I would never see him again. And now i've lost my mother as well, and i'll never see her again either.

A/N

Sorry I haven't updated in almost a month. There are two reasons for that.

1) I've been so busy with schoolwork and going here, there, and everywhere.

BUT

I know I could have found time, I know that.

2) I've had a major case of Writer's Block.(Now I know how all you guys feel)

BUT

I could have dedicated more time to asking people what they think should happen, and spent more time racking my brains for an idea of what will happen.

Anyway please please forgive me for not uploading.

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