Erased

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I finally reach my house. Knowing that no one will be home I let myself in, making sure to close the door securely behind me. I turn and quickly turn on every light in my kitchen the wood cabinets reflecting off the light. I go to the black and brown granite island in and set down my bags. I turn to look at my pitch black dinning room. The only way boundary I have between it and me is the swinging door which my family always insists on keeping open even though that means that anyone who walked up our big hill of a driveway to our front door could easily see us through the windows that when on the street were either guarded my a big pine tree or at an angle that you could only see the ceiling. The hill to walk up the neighborhood alone killed many of my old friends as they attempted to walk up it, then adding to my driveway most of my friends had to take a break and sit and breathe. I’m guessing my fast walking not helping their situation, seeing as I had no trouble, living here all my life I used to run the whole three hundred feet up the hill and then up the driveway. I guess I was bound to do track or cross-country.

I don’t know how long I was standing there but I was suddenly horrified as I saw a black thing moving in the darkness in sure my face was priceless. It comes closer and I soon scowl at my dog Bandit as he greets me from out of the shadows. Him waging his curly pug tail. Little shit. He does this often and it annoys me how he looks like a shadow but I can never stay mad at his adorable face. I don’t understand how I never realize it is him because of his obnoxious breathing due to his smashed face, plus he is as harmless as a stuffed animal because he really grab any skin with his mouth so if he were to bite you it would be a small cut where one or two teeth had got you but no real damage. Hence why I scowl at him, but mostly at myself for over exaggerating.

I go and turn on the light in the dining room then turn to the hall in the kitchen and turn on the light and also make sure the basement door is shut but not daring to ever lock it or put the fire latch on it because me being me would forget and get in trouble later. Walking quickly past it I go to the family room and turn on the lights. The blue walls and the brown leather couches reflects some light and I into the bar area across the room. I continue in a square going to the front door and turning on the light that was right above the and staircase to upstairs, and then the living room lights with it. I then cautiously made my way up the stairs, which were dark and then turned on the hall lights. I then went straight down the hall to the end where a cluster of three doors were and went in to the one directly in front of me which was my room. After turning my lights on and pulling down my blinds i quickly stripped off my shirt and my shorts. Now only in my underwear I walked to the bathroom that my sister and me shared. I turned on the radio and then the shower, turning the knob so that the water would be steaming hot.

I stripped even further this time now being naked and jumping in the shower. I first saturated my hair then proceeded to wash my body with my favorite vanilla body wash and the wash my face. I was singing to "Sweater Weather" by the Neighborhood when it finished and the traffic news came.

"We have an accident on I-70 with two cars rolled and four dead"

Wow.

"They say it will be awhile seeing as the dead seem to have been beaten and mauled to death rather than died in the crash and they have to collect evidence"

What? That’s odd. Oh well I hope they catch the murderer.

I finished up, singing to every song that came on then wrapped myself in a towel and went to my room. I put on my pajamas and went down stairs to eat knowing no one would be home till 7.

I soon was in bed and on my phone. It was 9 and everyone was home but no one talking to each other, us all in our individual sanctuaries. My eyes are slowly trying to close themselves as I desperately try to keep them open

Please not tonight. Please just don’t come tonight.

 I haven’t had a nightmare in a week and a half and I don’t plan on having another anytime soon. I developed insomnia in the first weeks after the incident but sleeping pills helped that but they didn’t keep away the nightmares that haunted my unconscious mind. Oh god I hate them. They felt real but I refused to believe them. i wouldn’t be alive if they were real. They things that they do... Just no. They’re not real.

 As soon as my thoughts calm down I drift in to sleep

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I open my eyes to a pitch-black room. I try to move but i cant. I’m tied up. I start to panic.

WHY AM I HERE?!?! AND WHY AM I TIED UP?

i start to scream, hoping that someone is there. i can feel that my voice has been overused, it being raspy and soft. My eyes begin to water, a lump growing in my throat. I can tell I have been here long by the sting and burn I feel when I struggle and the ropes rub, my ankles and hands are already cut and I am just opening them up. But I can’t help but hope that if i pull hard enough that they will come undone.

 I struggle some more my cuts now deep and bleeding when a door crashes open. Four figures walk in and all i can see are their eyes. There are a pair of honey brown ones and one of amber. The other two are lighter, one is a muddle of gray with a tint of green and blue, and the other a deep color of bright blue and green mixed together. As soon as I turn I see a new figure. It was taller than the others.

 His eyes are the brightest. They simmered slightly making they have a sweetish disposition. They are a dare I say emerald green and as clear as crystals. He finally spoke and it proved me wrong. He didn’t have a sweet disposition.

 "Why are you screaming bitch" it came out as a demonic growl.

 " W-where am I" I stuttered. "W-who are y-you?" I weakly plead. 

"What do you mean?! You’ve been here for weeks!" he snarls.

WHAT? I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED! There is no way I have been here for weeks.

 "I d-don’t know what you're talking about. I-I don’t know who you are" I say looking to the ground.

 "Don’t play dumb with me you whore." he shoots at me. i look at him his eyes are now a almost black color and his glare shoots knives through me.

 " I don’t know who you are. And I haven’t been here for weeks yesterday I went to the mall" I say trying to tell him. He just seems to get more agitated.

 " Stop lying"

" I’m not I guess I don’t remember" 

" What the hell do you mean you don’t remember!" he screams, the others in the room staying silent.

"W-who are y-you?" I say in fear.

 I guess it finally hits him and the others because for a moment he looks hurt and they look concerned but then like they spoke to each other, they all got evil and scary grins on their faces and start to approach me. As they get closer I start to shake. They all look like those creepy villains when they are attacking the princess, except... I’m not a princess and I don’t think this story has a good ending.

 "I’m your worst nightmare." He says. The last thing I see before it all goes black is him lunge at me.

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 Hey guys so please tell me what you think. lol I’m babysitting my brother while writing this so sorry if it isn’t perfect cuz he is a handful. He said I was a party pooper but we watched to Croods and Treasure Planet.