Sticky Black Lips

i- menacing cracks

I had died a little inside before that day. Who am I kidding? I died a lot inside before that day. I sat down to eat my diner as I usually did on that Wednesday. Things seemed normal, besides from the underlying tension that was stronger than ever. There was always strained tension within my household, but that day, that Wednesday it was exceptionally stronger.

Abrupt, robotic movements were the only movements being made. The only communication between my father, mother, my brother and I being 'pass the salt' or 'pass the potatoes' neither of which were riveting conversations.

Then I heard a ringing noise. No-one else seemed to hear it but me. I asked, 'Do you hear that ringing?' all replied 'No,' in the same robotic manner as before. I figured I must have imagined it, but then I heard it again and the dogs outside began to bark like mad, and the pigeons began to fly in weird patterns and were squawking with all their might. At this my family looked up and my mother asked, 'What was it you thought you heard?'

'A ringing. (-pause-) and there it is again.' Because there in fact it was again and I heard it. But none of my family seemed to be able to hear it and it was beginning to become increasingly louder and increasingly more annoying and began to pain my ears. They still couldn't hear it. But the dogs and the birds were beginning to get even louder so my father left the dinner table (unexcused) and went out the back. That's when the ringing was too much for me to bare, my ears felt as though they were bleeding, I brought my hand up to my right ear to check. My hand came away blood red. But no-one was paying any attention to their bleeding daughter because my mother and my brother were mesmerised by something outside the back window and when I turned to look I saw my father pushed up against the window by a black veiled hand, that's attached body and head could not be seen, and my father had a menacing smile upon his face scrapping with a rock, he must have picked up from the ground, 'T-H-e---Y F-O---U-n-' and then his head was smashed against the window. You could hear his skull crack and split down the middle. My mother screamed.

And I woke up.

I woke up from the nightmare I had been living.

A/N- So yeah I already had posted the first chapter of this (more like paragraph) and I realised it didn't make sense to the plot. So forget the previous paragraph that I posted. Only I don't think anyone even read it, besides form me... But okay?

Oh and this is a sort of mystery, romance (ish) with an essence of horror. So that's why it's in that section. But it won't even be scary. So...

Anyways, vote, comment, fan. You know what to do. c: