Des Choses par Moi // Things by me

Daddy

I can't see anything, my eyes refuse to open, I'm hurt everywhere. Something is dragging me on the ground, I'm cold, I'm scared, this thing takes me out of my house! Why are my eyes still closed? Now I feel the freshness of the gravels against my back, the wind blowing softly and singing through the trees, I feel the gravel scratching the plots of my body. Now, I feel the wood, the wood of the Little pontoon of the lake, it hurts. Just before I realize it, the icy water engulfs me and fills my lungs, a horrible pain takes me.

I suddenly woke up, my heart beat too fast, I need five minutes before realizing that it was only a dream, this dream ... I do it every day since we settled In this country house which is a little isolated from the rest of the world, my husband and me lived in a flat in town, but after the death of my beloved, I chose to move with my five years old daughter. Personally, I can overcome this drama. However, Lucie, my daughter, does not seem to have understood what happened, she speaks of Dave everyday, she tells me he gives her lots of things like sweets and toys. I would even say that she is acting strange sometimes. once, she has brought back a bird whose head had been crushed and she claimed that Dave had killed it for the meal...

I hardly get up from my bed, I have a headache, I dress up quickly and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. while I was in front of my little angel's room, I heard a dull thud from the room, I gently opened the door, it uttered a horrible creaking. Lucie was sitting on the bed, playing with a toy that I had never seen before, probably one of a friend. But a detail catch my intention, there are traces of muddy steps on the ground, leading straight to the Window which is wide open. I approached the window and watched the dark decor for a moment . The gray clouds of rain threaten to unleash at any moment, the thick mist covers the ground and the feet of the immense pines, the only thing that I can see are the few tiles in good condition whose color inspires a dark melancholy. I stay pensive for a moment before returning to reality when I hears Lucie going down the stairs. Wasn't there something in the mist? I go down and turn on the TV, I prepare in parallel the breakfast.

"Info News, the bodies of three young girls have been found, the police think that the culprit is a psychopath. McGregor asylum ascertained the disappearance of one of their patients last week, research continues. At 10:00 Do not miss the meeting with the new star of the moment!." 

I suddenly turn off the television, Lucie does not need to know that kind of horrible things. She quickly finishes her bowl of cereal and her slice of bread with jam and then returns to her room. As for me, I quickly do the dishes and go out to the lake, bad weather does not bother me, it is a restful and calm place to read my new book. However, as soon as I sat on the deckchair I heard an enormous noise coming from the house. I rush and go around all the rooms, everything seems to be normal but I still have to check the bathroom. The anger invades me, a message in red is written on the mirror "It's my home, Go away" without waiting, I call Lucie and asks her to explain, she stutters and accuses are deceased father. I scold her and I made her clean his stupidity, she had never done that before. I go back to the lake, this time, nothing will stop me from reading. Little by little, I let the words invade me and take me into the narrative, the atmosphere of the book is tensed, oppressive, the characters are charming and the story is grippening, it had been a long time since I had not Felt as passion for a book ... I can not tell if it is because of the book or not but I suddenly feel observed, my first reflex is to turn over but there is nothing, I look at the windows but Still nothing, it is probably a wild animal a little too curious, I hope .... 
I don't like this silence, usually I like calm but this time I have a bad feeling, Lucie really worries me, I should perhaps make her see a psychologist, I should first of all talk to her I think ...
I get up, my legs are asleep because it's been a while that I started to read this book. I open the glass door, everything is silent, too much silent, I make myself as silent as possible, I tiptoe the stairs but these can not help but let out small squeaks, my breathing is the only thing that I hear. Now, I hear Lucy, she laughs with a laugh to melt the stone, I finally reach her door and gently pushes the door, the squeaking seems to want to stay silent, I see a red puddle on the ground, my little angel is probably painting, she loves to paint!

However, when the door unfolds to me this gloomy spectacle, my eyes widen in fear, I shudder, I'm shaking, Lucie is standing in front of me, she plays with ... weapons! all these Blades are all bloody, in a black garbage bag, this red on the ground, it is not painting, is it ... blood?

- "Mom, Dad brought me new toys!

-But are you crazy?! Put that away, where did you find that !? I say anxiously

-That's Dad...

-But my darling, it's been a long time since your father left us!"

-But then, mamma, who is the man behind you?"

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I can't see anything...

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Hi~ this is the translation of the first short story by me, it's not really well-written but it's the first time I have written and translate something like that.  Please tell me if there is any mistakes about the vocabulary or the syntax ^^

I'll try to make better stories, let me know what you thought of this, thanks

ItsMyKookie~