Our Perfect Insanity

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Crystal City, 2011

Sylvia Bell 

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”

   ~Edgar Allan Poe

I stood in front of the creaking gate that opened up to the path which was overgrown with weeds as it led up to the old, somewhat abandoned house.

I say ‘somewhat’ as it’s still occupied by an insane psychopathic woman.

Crossing the path, I walked slowly up the steps, Jonathan right at my heels and Rosalie and Nathaniel trailing behind us. 

Taking a deep breath, my hand wrapped around the cold metal of the door handle as I twisted it and pushed the door open.

“...we’re so going to die.” Nathaniel muttered, shaking his head while Rosalie gave him a gentle smack on the arm, rolling her eyes.

I scoffed lightly as I stepped into the house, looking around curiously.

“I... I don’t even think she’s here...” Jonathan mused from behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder to find him looking around the house with a slightly confused expression on his face.

“She could be hiding.” I argued, but, he shook his head.

“No, I know when she’s around, I can feel it... she’s not here.”

Tapping my chin lightly in thought, I started to explore, wandering into the room next to us, which we found was clearly the living room. 

An old couch was pushed against on wall, its back to the large, broken, and boarded up bay window, and, in front of it was the coffee table. 

On the wall opposite was a entertainment unit with an old television on it.

There wasn’t anything else in the room except a large bookshelf with quite the collection of dust covered novels on it, that I wandered over to.

I brushed away some dust before taking down an old copy ‘How To Kill A Mockingbird’.

I flipped through it before my attention was directed to Nathaniel as he switched on the old television, which immediately flickered to a news channel.

“...that doesn’t look good.” 

My shoulders slumped as I saw my mother’s house on the news, surrounded by police cruisers. It seems we couldn’t stay in one place for very long or they would track us.

“I was expecting them to find the house... not exactly as quickly as they did, truthfully, but, I suppose it was lucky we were out of the house when they showed up.” Jonathan mused, reaching up and adjusting his glasses.

Tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, I crossed my arms tightly over my chest.

“Well, what  are we supposed to do now?” I questioned, doing my best to keep my voice from cracking, as the stress seemed to be getting to me.

Especially after what that bitch Rosalie had said to me.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I looked over at Jonathan, who’s first response was to shrug his shoulders in a rather clueless manor.

“We could always stay here.” Nathaniel piped up in suggestion.

“Yeah, sure, sleep in a house where a psychopathic escapee from an insane asylum could appear at any moment and slit our throats.” Rosalie agreed sarcastically.