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~Chapter 28~

A loud beeping noise sounds from my phone, making me huff slightly as I shift uncomfortably in bed. Not wanting to open my eyes I reach over and lightly tap my phone to try and cut the alarm off.

Before I can even think, I'm repeatedly slamming my hand into my phone to try and get it to shut up.

It finally switches off, and I squirm back underneath the covers to try and conceal a bit of heat and warmth.

I clutch onto the pillow underneath my head, tilting it slight so my head is dent down and my legs are scrunched upward.

Seconds after I get comfortable, I quickly realize I won't be able to fall back asleep. I sigh inwardly, before sitting up and adjusting myself to the dim lighting of the room.

Rubbing my eyes while tiredly taking in the room, I come back to my senses, pushing the comforter off myself lazily.

I stand up slowly to avoid having a headrush,

(not to mention catch my balance)

-before making my way to the door and quietly stepping out.

The cold atmosphere of the house hits me like a brick, while I quietly walk towards the staircase.

Why was I in Jerome's room?

Shrugging the question off I make my way down the steps, cautiously peeking behind me every so often out of curiosity.

Once downstairs I tip toe around the rooms, making sure not to make much noise in case someone was sleeping.

I didn't really know, since I hadn't even seen anyone yet.

Where is everyone?

Coming back around to the living room I glance at the cable box, seeing the time 7:32 in glowing green letters.

My eyebrows furrow in dismay before I turn back around, continuing to look for the others.

How long was I asleep?

Turning my attention to the windows, I see the burgundy car still in the driveway. Narrowing my eyes, I walk back to the kitchen and peer out of the back door.

No one seems to be outside, being noticably windy outside. The bitter smell of coffee suffocates the room, but I just shrug off the rather obnoxious smell.

Glancing at the floor I notice various colored footprints, looking like multiple people had stepped in paint.

An assortment of oranges and blues are scattered across the floor, going in almost every direction.

I decide to follow one of the darker blues, which is accompanied by an orange pair as they both walk out of the kitchen.

Following the ominous footsteps around the house, they seem to be going the same direction I had just gone in.

Stepping back into the kitchen, I lose the pair of footsteps within all of the others.

Looking around where I had found the other pair, they'd been trampled on by darker and lighter blues and the same orange that'd been around the entire house.

Finding a somewhat similar pair of footsteps I follow them around the house, coming back to the kitchen.

Once again, the pair I had just followed had been covered up by other footsteps.

Frustrated, I look towards a lighter colored blue, following them out of the room as they go the opposite direction of the others I had followed.

Running my hand along the wall as I follow them, coming to a stop as they reach the stairs.