Make Me Pure

Death (1)

   I remember the accident like it was yesterday. I was on the bus, waiting patiently to get home. I had a rough day and all I wanted to do was to get home, but I didn't know what was awaiting for me. I was sad, but for reasons unlike the one I would witness. The bus dropped me off at its usual stop, nothing different. I walked down the gravel road that led to my house, nothing different. I was so wrapped up in my head that I didn't even notice the red flags surrounding me. Looking back, I could've caught the sight of blood on the gravel. I could've seen that the mailbox was tilted differently than it usually was. I could've realized that the day had gotten gloomier each step I took. 

  I walked up the steps to my house, nothing different. The door had already been open, different. Somehow, even with the flags jumping out at me, I couldn't see the problem that was subconsciously smothering my face. I didn't see any difference in anything. As I made my way into my house, I put my bag where I usually put it. I stepped in the same direction I did everyday, into the hallway and through the kitchen. I didn't realize how silent the house was. I didn't realize that there were no birds singing, no trees moving, no glow in the weather. 

  I grabbed myself a snack from the kitchen and entered the living room. I turned on the tv, watched a few cartoons and then went on the computer. Nothing was different, yet everything was exactly out of place. I couldn't see that the picture frames were broken, the legs of sofa chairs had claw marks on them, etc. Nothing had jumped out at me. I checked my phone, no calls from Mom. Different. I turned off the tv, put down my computer, put away my snack. I checked the time - 3:00 p.m. - why hasn't she called yet? Work gets off at 2:10 p.m. 

  I noticed everything now. I saw all the red flags at once. Something was wrong, very very wrong. I called out for my mother in the house, no response. I looked out the back, seeing only the forest surround me. Something was odd about the forest. There was a new feel to it, a new aroma. I looked back inside the house, checking every room. When I came to the last room, I found the door to be opened. I peaked in - not a good idea - and looked around. Blood stains melted into the carpet. I held my breath, feeling a pain in my stomach start to stir up. I step inside - not a good idea - and stare at the blood stained carpet. A red trail formed from the door to the closet. 

---------- Will write more tomorrow/evening (it is 1 a.m. here, lol) ----------------