Fulfilled

ch 1

           I stepped off the bus into the hot autumn evening. It whirred away as I slugged home. The stress of the day hung on my eyelids like a weight. Walking through the neighborhood was prosaic, I was lost in a sea of white picket fences protecting their cookie-cutter homes. Everything fit together like puzzle pieces.

          Well, except for mine. It was the family home, it used to be a farm until, we had to sell the land. The city started building houses, so we were the odd-one-out. It was a two story, with large windows and a lot of trees. The once deep red color was fading, the house looked worn down. The grass was tall and over-taken by weeds, it tickled my ankles as I walked past. I unlocked the door and placed my bag down on the bench. All was quiet until something broke the silence.

          It was a crash from upstairs. Most likely it would be the lamp in my bedroom but, something was off. I felt an overwhelming sense of anxiousness. This is where my mistake was, instead of going with my gut I disregarded it. 

     Slowly, I crept up the stairs. My heart rate sored. Several of them creaked on the way up. My stomach dropped to my feet as I made it to the end of the hall. My mind raced, imagining what would be on the other side. Defeatingly, I opened the door. In front of me was the lamp, in shatters. I crouched down to pick up the remains when the door slammed behind me. I shrieked and turned around quickly but, before i could see the perpetrator a blade slid across my throat. I choked and gagged until, defeatingly I let out my last gurgle.

          Everything went black.