Faded

Chapter 1

I open my eyes and yet it seems as if I'm still surrounded by the black abyss, it seemed to engulf me, wrapping it hands in a death like grip. My heart beats fast, and my hands grew sweaty and shook vigorously as my breathing becomes shallow. I've never felt more afraid than at this moment.

It's starting again...

The surrounding scenery shifts revealing my old home. The sun shines high leaving its warm embrace on my ghostly pale skin and ebony colored hair. I'm standing in front of the same two-story house, with the same stuccoed details, the same two-story house my parents worked so hard to buy, the house I had grown up in the past seven years. I do still carry and cherish the few happy memories that I had growing up here but there was always a subtle dark energy in that house somehow manifesting into its own being. It grew so did the amount of terror and unhappiness it brought with it and slowly as the years went on it tore our family apart little by little. I walk up to the front door still hesitant, already knowing what lay behind these closed doors and yet my body seems to have gone rogue, acting against my own will. I reach out to grab a hold of the brass doorknob of the mahogany front door and it opens automatically without even a single touch.

Silence greets me as I walk in, which was normal in my household. At this time of day, I would have given my bedridden mother her medications as her doctor had advised but this day was different. The surrounding air seems to be more suffocating than usual almost seeming to strangle me in its midst. I make my way up the stairway with my hands still shaking. I rest my right hand on the railing for support; I knew what was coming next.

Midway up the steps, I notice a chill run down my spine as I hear glass shattering on the second floor. I continue to walk up the steps although quicker than before. I hear muffled sobs coming from the end of the hall once I set foot onto the second floor; it was coming from my parent's room.

"Mom. Is that you? Are... are you okay?" I croak out.

Silence fell once more. Then I overhear my mother converse with an unknown person and even though I stop to listen to their conversation, the voice was still unidentifiable. I reach the end of the hall and grab a hold of the door and even though I picked up the sound several times before the loud startling noise I identify as a gunshot still startles me. I momentarily lose my grip on the handle and my heart beat so fast I was sure I would pass out. There was a loud thud and the surrounding air grew tense. I feel a wet and sticky substance make its way underneath my wobbly feet, as my lips quiver, I look down and sure enough, a pool of blood was escaping from the room before me.

My stomach turns and my breathing becomes more ragged as I open the door. My father, dressed in his gray suit and blue tie was laying by the door with a hole in the side of his head; from the looks of it, he wasn't going to come back. I look up to meet my mother's eyes as she she sobs. My mother dressed in a pink silk nightgown stares at my father's dead body with fresh tears streaming from her pale face. She locks eyes with me and not only do I see grief in her eyes but fear and sadness.

As she locks eye contact with me for the very last time, her gown becomes drenched in blood by two gunshots firing from behind her. She too slumps to the floor. My mother's fall reveals a masked figure in black who stood only a few feet away from me. I see a flash of the killer's sage tattoo as the killer lowers the gun before my eyes fling open.

I slowly sit up in the hospital bed still panting heavily. My body grew cold and sweaty and my fingers were numb and still trembling. There was an odd ringing noise in my ears as a set of black dots began dancing before my eyes, My breathing grew more normal as my body soon realizes that it was all a dream. I look down at my broken leg wrapped in a cast in anger. I knew my parents had many enemies from the business that they indulged in but I never thought that it would reach this far.

But beneath that underlying anger, was fear. As I cry myself to sleep every night, the only things I can think of is how the future doesn't seem as luminous as it did before. 

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