Silent Storm

Chapter 8 ~ Storm of Blood

Dana P.O.V.

2 days later...

I was at the office and there was a storm outside. The wind howled but I could care less. All I could think about was Dawn and her funeral in 3 days. I felt sick and willed myself not to throw up again. I had been relentlessly for the last 2 days whenever I thought about her. John tried to help but I had completely shut him out.

Sighing, I rubbed my temples trying to soothe the headache that seemed only to be growing. I know that I would be no help to anyone but what the hell was I supposed to do?! There was no leads and the killer had seemed to stop after she mutilated Dawn's body. One thing was missing, her heart. A soft pattering startled me from my thoughts. I thought that I may have imagined it but when it was consistent, I hesitantly raised my eyes to the window.

Horror. That was all I could truly feel as I gazed at the window and realized that the rain was red. I got up with no real thought as to what on earth I was doing. My only thought was on the tin box that defied the storm and gently swayed against the window, making the tapping sound. I didn't think, I simply opened the window, ignoring the red rain and taking ahold of the box, pulled it toward me. It was hooked to a chain.

I unhooked it and the chain started to steadily climb upwards. Closing the window quietly, I sat down against the wall and with trembling hands opened the box. All of this I had done in a dream like state but now, as I gazed at the contents, reality slapped me in the face.

It was her heart. 

I vaguely realized that someone was screaming, a dreadful wail that pierced through the howls of the storm, a scream that made the shadows themself feel fear. Then, I realized that it was me. I was screaming and I couldn't stop. Pain crashed through me and stole my breath. I couldn't think. I wasn't in time. She's coming. She's coming.

She's coming. 

Then I saw the note. 

With shaking fingers, I picked up the note and unfolded it in a dreamlike state. 

"1,2,3,4,

I suggest that you lock your doors,

5,6,7,8,

Don't bother staying up late,

9,10,11,12,

Here comes hell."

 Blood rushed through my ears, my heart pounded past the usual healthy rates, and I felt as if someone was squeezing the air out of my lungs. Gasps spilled from my mouth as I forced myself to breathe, I vaguely recognized that I was having a panic attack and that I needed to calm down. I slapped myself hard against the face and gradually, my breathing slowed. I'm okay. I'm okay. I stood quickly and dialed John's number. He picked up a few seconds later.

"Dana what is it?"

"She p-put the h-heart in a b-box. I-It was r-raining b-blood. I n-need you." 

"Oh my god. I'll be right there. Hold on Dana. Just hold on."

"I can't. I-I..."

Something hard hit me on the back of my head and I blacked out.

"Dana?!?!?! DANA?!?!?"

"John, save me."

Was my last thought before I let the darkness take me. 

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