While her sanity is clogged up by relationships of the past, Mary Angela's subconscious settles on the fence. However daily she seems to lean towards insanity since she is left alone in a cabin of doom and woe.
Her eyes brighten for a moment on hear...
The clear skies quickly gave way to the saddened grey clouds, which in a moment let down rain drops followed by lightning and thunder.
"Shit! It rained like this on that day too!" Mary Angela told the invisible, while she peeked at the unhappy weather through ragged curtains on the window of the creaky cottage.
The tall slim dark haired girl bit her fingers mysteriously and pulled at the dusty curtains as tears hung lazily on her eyelids. The gentle drops of salt, watered the green in her eyes.
"They should have waited. Jane and Michael should have waited...the lightening is but an effect...the thunder is just a sound...fear makes humans do crazy things...insane things." Mary rumbled on and pondered on her nonsensical recitation for no reason as she broke everything in her way.
"They should've waited...if they waited they wouldn't be dead...blood, bones, fire on bridges...stay, stay!" Mary screamed as she pulled on her hair. She ran down a few stairs and hid herself in the basement of the old cottage.
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The Beckham family decided to have a nice summer vacation by going camping in the woods, at the northern parts of the great California.
"Darling I still do not support the idea of my family spending summer in the forest. Where's the fun in that?" said Mrs Alice Beckham.
She was a beautiful middle aged woman. Blonde with a small stature and pretty green eyes. Her pink slightly puffed lips, a product of lip suction blended well with the pinch of tan that lined every portion of her skin. Alice's body was also a product of doctor's knives. Front side and back side pushed up and out, tummy tucked in, hips stood out to give her the perfect figure '8'. She looked like Barbie in the mind of lonely perverts.
"Come on, honey we'll have fun. I promise. Also, it's not just this summer, if the kids love it here...we'll move in...completely!" Dr Richard Beckham the head of the home replied.
Unlike Alice who had green eyes, Richard's were an outstanding blue. He was a tall form of pretty for a man in his late forties. His facial hair crept around his lips and kissed his chin neatly in chains of brunette and grey. His brown hair was tied into a scanty small bun.
"Well I don't give a damn about fun. The thing is if I can't get any signal in this forest I'll kill myself." Said George, the eldest of the Beckham kids while he slapped his dead phone on his gloved palms.
Like his father he also had lovely brown hair. His eyes were blue. He did have irises like his father but the difference in their faces, was vivid. The wonders of DNA and the theory of recessive genes, perhaps.
Thick-eye browed and quite rude as expected of a teenager. He was a cute being but the white spaces across his nose and cheeks were loved by freckles and a black birth mark, the size of a dot stood proud on the left side of his lips.
