Splatter the Red Paint

Letters

it had been weeks and no one would tell me anything what happened to josh. I had left many messages from calling and texting but not one word. I was losing faith in everything and even in myself. Matt had ruined my life all over again and i lost my life preserver. My home front wasn't getting any better either. Paul had been getting closer and doing what he does best and takes advantage of me, I've grown to just not care anymore.

Laying in my bed, feeling the sheets against my finger tips. Breathing in the cold air that surrounds the room, the bed had felt colder than the last time the room felt this cold.Looking out to my room seeing the familiar scene, clothes scattered, empty bottled water, open closet and bathroom door.

I looked over towards the corner of my room, watching the usual colourful bubbled dance around my computer screen, showing the last thing i had done felt open. Behind all the dancing bubbled, it was the Skype profile of Josh that sat still with an old image for his picture profile. 

I began to grow sad with the lack of contact from Josh, not hearing a word or a sound from him in what has been over three weeks since our last escape, or my escape. I still don't know how I had escaped the basement that laid under my feet as i walk threw the halls of my home. 

Every once in a while when i look down the hall, leading towards the kitchen, I see the door. Its never open anymore, and now had a lock on it that only my mom has the key too. Sometimes I imagine that's why he isn't here is because of that maybe he was still down there, tired, beaten, and broken but the thing with that was I had already known he wasn't there. The police had already been down there and so had I the one day.

I had taken the key when my mom hadn't been home and went into the basement .The damp smell overwhelmed me the instant i opened the door. I walked down the step, felting my weight down onto the step, letting my weight down onto the step, causing the wood to creak under my step.

I turned on the light, and it brightened the stairway and the narrow hall that led to the room at the bottom of the stairs.

I walked slowly, when I made it down the stairs I could see what I could only describe as " the murder scene". Since it had been for my whole being and Josh's innocents. He had murdered that and something I knew would come up, but the thought of Josh being murdered in this very room. I would not know. The chair Josh sat in now sat in the corner. The chains were now removed from the wall and now were possibly in a bad at the police station collecting dust on a shelf somewhere in the back.

I walked over to where I had laid for days on end, seeing the scratched I put on the wall I dug at from a rock i found and had actually planned on smashing Matt's head with if I ever had the chance.

The little window shone some light from outside, the police must have taken down the black thing that was covering it for so long, but it had now beamed a bright light cascading across the floor. It pointed out the little bits missed, little wood chips from the chair josh sat in and smashed a couple of times when he came to see me on the ground. 

I replayed those memories in my head. Him sliding himself across the bumpy uneven concrete floor just to see me. He came to comfort me, but sadly he wasn't here to comfort me now. 

I slid my hand across my cheek, getting rid of non-existing tears. I had enough of looking at the room that was now a horror house for me. A basement that i may never want to ever visit, even if asked. Blood was still stretched on the walls and floor, it was attempted to be cleaned but whoever had tried did the worst job ever. 

A scatter of mine and josh's blood. 

I shook my head in disbelief that he could be gone but that was the truth he was. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, feeling the ping of pain in my lower stomach as though about to throw up. I could feel my legs growing week by the second I stood in that room. My body was shaking and was about to collapse when i pulled myself up for whatever strength i could pull and had dragged myself up the stairs, hearing the familiar noises of the wood groaning under my feet from my weight being pressed on to it. I flicked the light off and that was it. I had enough of reliving that room, but that was now a nightmare that i couldn't wake up from.