The Forgotten

Chapter 4 House

Jasmine's POV

As I open the door with the very cracks sending shivers down my spine, the clock stops as I see the glare of a demon in my father's eyes. Emotionless, and all the better when I looked in horror at my mother, who laid bare on the floor with her scalp torn, and her jaw broken. The blood still splattered on the floor. The image was one that stayed glued in my mind. I wept on the wooden floor and nearly laid beneath her. I took in the fact that the last thing she had seen was the very actions of someone who had sworn her eternal love. I soon realized that was about to be my same fate aswell. My father, with the same stare, grabbed my neck which felt as tight as a grip of a python latching onto its prey. It very well seemed that the tables were set it. Was I going to be put to the same fate aswell? Would I be left on the floor with my mother. With what I had first resisted towards, I began to accept the situation, which later transformed into a dilemma. My existential fear had come for me in these seconds, as I questioned if it was even worth fighting for anymore, is it worth living in this dammed humanity?

Too late for questioning, because that same shiver I felt early is what I began to feel. My body naturally fought back, but I was going numb, seeing only darkness approach once more. Would I be finally rid of such a world by the hands of someone who brought me here? If so, then let it be.

Louis POV

My attention was on the cracks of the side walk. I starred up at the broken window, and out of spite of what I saw, I ran. I ran as fast as I could, dragging even my very thoughts behind me. Jas, oh god, it was really Jas. Her dad was choking her, and I needed to think quickly. Just a while ago I had been dragging my feet when all of a sudden it all turned into a marathon, what could I do now? I thought, and I remembered the door that they left open in the back. I snook in avoiding the branches outside, but it seemed even the wind had its own tune to it at the moment. I went in swiftly, avoiding the cracked glass shards on the floor, trying to prevent noise. Right there! I saw it. I needed to act even faster this moment I ran to a metal chair that was left leaning against the wall. I grabbed the pegs and went to the room they were in. A force beyond my control made me sweep back, but I fought it and acted at what had to be done. I grabbed the chair and striked his skull. Going brain dead for those few seconds and collapsing, I felt remorse but also relief that he was out of her reach. Even more so, she was alive! She was coughing, and hurt, but she was alive! No one hurts the ones I love, not without a spark of madness coming from me. She wouldn't stop coughing on the floor, the same floor where her dad laid twitching. I went beside her and checked how she was.

"You okay?"

She started crying.

I found myself the same way too.

"I just... I just killed someone"

The silence was intense as my realization started coming in.

"Oh god... please, why? Why did I have to..." I wept through each pause, and starred down in shame.

"It's okay, you saved me, and I'm okay. Don't be too hard on yourself."

"I can't... Oh god, your.... your mom too?

No, no, this isn't real..... why did this.."

"I was okay, you didn't have too..."

I cut her off

"How can you say that?! He had you by the neck, and you even stopped fighting back. Don't you dare tell me that after what I just did to save you, or else I wouldn't have done anything."

I wept while nearly screaming this outloud, pissed and furious all at once, with the slight bit of relief. I starred at her in complete disbelief at the shit she had said. She was dying, and anyone could've guessed it by the light fading in her eyes and the way she began to be held like a fucking rag.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I came in the room and saw my mom. My value for my own life didn't matter anymore, not after seeing her like this."

"It matters now... it always has"

"She was the only one that cared about me, out of anyone else in this world of a bitch."

Through the tears I still heard it, loud and clear. "Jas, I care about you, or else I wouldn't have even bothered to do any of what I just did. I know your past isn't perfect, and trusting may be hard, but I'm here for you, and you can't give up on me. I need you too."

She nodded at me. The same silence came back, and we were both left in it. As she was just about to get up off the floor, we realized something. All of a sudden, men began to approach outside the house when they found out their next victims were inside.