Out of Time

Chapter 5

When I finally came too my head was pounding and my body was racked with shivers. My clothes were soaked in the blood of my siblings and my face was drenched in the tears of my despair. 

I was alone. 

Completely and utterly alone. 

And it was my fault. 

I took the lives of three of my family members.

All five of their bodies were in the house with me. 

I felt like I was suffocating.

The stench of their rotting flesh invading every pore on my body. 

Air so thick with the feeling of death I didn't think I could make it off the floor. 

What the hell had I done? 

Time seemed meaningless at this point. 

I know when I woke up this morning, before my entire life went to hell, it was Saturday.

Now, it's dark again. The only light in the house coming from the moon.

Is it still Saturday?

How long was I out for? 

The silence of the house was absolutely deafening. 

My breath sounded like a thunder storm inside my head. 

I knew I had to do something. 

Call someone.

Go somewhere.

Change my clothes.

I was so lost.

So confused.

By the time I made it to my room, I had thrown up twice. Not caring about the floors at this point. The blood stains on the hardwood is damage enough. I removed my soiled clothes in the hallway before shutting the door to the only clean room left in the house. 

I didn't want to taint this space, too.

Numbly, I made my way to the bathroom attached to my room and turned the water on in the shower. The hotter the better. I needed to wash it all away. My skin didn't even register the heat. The only thing that my foggy mind could focus on was the red water rushing down the drain. 

Pieces of my mom, my baby brother and one of my sisters swirling around my feet. 

The water was cold by the time I stepped out. I don't know if I was in there for twenty minutes or hours. 

The only thing I am sure of is by the time I was done, the water was clean. 

I wish I could say the same for me. 

I had never felt more dirty in my entire life. 

After getting dressed again and falling on my bed, I reached for my phone. 

It took me all this time to remember I had one. Who the hell was I going to call? The police? An ambulance? Surely my family was past saving. You can't live with your insides on the outside for any amount of time so dad and Paisley were hopeless. Mom, Isla and Weston took a knife to the head. Don't think your brain can continue to function after that. 

Ambulance is out. 

That leaves the police. 

Maybe they know what the hell is going on. Maybe they can help me. 

Yeah, that's what I'll do. 

Automatically, my fingers dialed. 

Busy signal.