Everything seemed normal this morning. Nothing weird happening, it was the same as it had always been. I did my morning routine. Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast. All I had left was to wake up my mom. I Walked into her room, but she wasn't there. Her bed was made, and empty. I took a look around her room, checking for any notes or something to explain her absence. Again, nothing. I sighed, and walked back into the hall. It wasn't too big of a deal, some nights she stayed at phil's, and didn't come back until the next day. But then again, she would've left me some kind of evidence of her whereabouts.I walk back to the kitchen, and look for more possible evidence, when I hear a thudding noise coming from the basement downstairs. I stopped moving. That usually doesn't happen. I take a deep breath, and turn to the door that leads down there, conveniently placed IN THE KITCHEN, WHERE I AM. I open the door slowly, and peek down. There's a horrible stench. What could be down there, that smells THAT bad?
I walk down the crooked, weak stairs, and the smell gets worse. I clench my teeth, and go forward. I step in a puddle of something. I look down, but it's too dark to tell what it was. Probably water. The smell is just bearable now. I gag. I see a large pile, of what seems to be fabric, but it's way too big to be laundry. It's so unsettling here. I search for the light switch, walking through the thin pool of water. Dad would've loved it. (He always loved a good scare). Too bad he went missing a few months ago. Of corse, then mom met Phil. I grasp the rusty chain hanging from the ceiling, and I tug firmly. The basement lights up.
I notice, the 'water', is red. And looks thick. I slowly turn around. The pile--is the mangled corpses of my mom, Phil, and my dad. Lying there. Dead.
A scream escapes my lips, and I stagger back. How could this have happened? WHY did it happen? What was going on? I felt tears spilling over my bottom eyelid, and racing down my cheeks.I try to bring my hands to my sides so that they stop shaking, but I'm holding something in my right hand. I lift it up, and I'm horrified to see, that what I'm holding is a bloody knife. Probably not used for anything good.
I didn't do this, I didn't. I couldn't. I breathe heavily. Everything seemed normal this morning. How could I do this? My mom was my best friend, and how could I do ANYTHING knowing that this was in my basement?
I walk over to the pile, and place my hand on my mom's, then my dad's. "I'm so so sorry." I whisper. "I'll be joining you soon, please forgive me."
I bite my lip, and raise the knife pointing it at myself. My arms lock in place. I could end this, or I could be the girl with the dead bodies, the decaying corpses in her basement. The tears stream down my face.
I plunge the knife into my chest. I fall to the ground, and make out one final word before the light swallows me."Soon."
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