Survival of the Fittest || supernatural

Chapter 5

The tense air surrounding me is infiltrated with wailing police sirens and crowded murmurs from bystanders and policemen, but all I can hear is ringing. I knew something could've been wrong from the start... A solid, high pitched ring bouncing around in my skull. Maybe if I showed up sooner and had more strength... It's sound is numbing and I can't get rid of it. Every muscle in my body trembles with shock - the blanket the officers gave me isn't helping much - and my knuckles are snow white from my iron-like grip I have on my phone. I haven't came close to letting go of the device since I called them. Where the hell are they? They told me they were on their way... What if they got them too? Every second that passes with them not here, doubt and suffering fill my once bright soul. Mrs. Patricks called and said she was on her way not to long ago but, in all sincerity, I don't want to go back to the orphanage. Not after all I've seen...

I know that if I go back there I'll end up leaving... My hands begin to get numb from holding my phone so tight. With a shaky sigh, I begin to set it down, all the hope in me flooding out in that single short exhale of breath.

"Grace...?" My heart leaps into the back of my throat and my head slowly tilts back, tears burning my eyes as I gaze upon the two men. Finally... A small sort of ironic smile slowly makes its way to my lips. My fingers clasp tightly around my phone again.

"About time you guys showed up..."

--4 hours before--

Crash

My eyes snap open to the sharp, crisp sound of glass shattering. A headache instantly travels through my body straight to my forehead making it throb with each beat my heart. I slowly sit up, my headache making me slightly dizzy. I press the palms of my hands against my temples rubbing small circles with an annoyed groan.

What was that sound? I swear I heard something... The clock next to me clearly reads off 4:53 in the morning and, in complete honesty, I want to shoot my frigging brains out. Sleeping only for 5 hours is going to bite me in the ass tomorrow, that's for damn sure.

The cold wooden floor nips at my feet as I make the stupid decision to investigate the sound, just to make sure everything's okay. Normally, I would just ignore it but there's something in the back of my mind that's pushing me to get up. Maybe I can get an early morning snack before I try to fall back asleep... I'm a little scared of the thought of waking up Travis or Jill. Especially now that I know for sure Jill is a monster and has definitely killed people before. Either way, I feel obliged to at least check it out - or at least get some food in the process.

The floor creaks under my feet as I gingerly creep downstairs. Hopefully everything's okay... Anxiety rushes through me filling my head with dozens of possibilities as to what woke me up. This was a bad idea.. When I reach the bottom step, the hair on the back of my neck stands up straight and a shiver runs up my spine. One of the flower vases on the kitchen table was thrown all the way down the hall shattering at the foot of the stairwell. There isn't a spot on the floor the glass doesn't cover and the velvet red roses that were in the crystal vase are scattered among the sharp pieces.

"What the hell..." I murmur, my wide eyes looking around the dark room. 'Well, you found what you were looking for, time to go back to bed!', my inside voice exclaims. My feet stay glued to the step though. What happened here? My conscious starts screaming at me to go upstairs but I know I can't, not when there's something obviously wrong here. The headache and tiredness I had disappears with a deep breath and I manage to jump over some big pieces of sharp glass safely to the hallway. Air fills my lungs as I take another deep breath. I'm starting to regret not going upstairs like my mind initially demanded me to, but there's no possible way I'm going through that glass again.