living with the dead

Butterflies die too..

I woke up later than normal. I never heard my phone go off, I had seven missed calls from Zoey, and a text from my mom saying "good morning darling, i hope that you have a good day, xoxo mom"

I made my way down the stairs as several creeks came from the squeaky wood as my foot met it, then moved on to the next. My brother was Infront of the tv playing zombies, with a bowl of "oops all berries" by his side. Mom had already left leaving me here. I walked to the front door to check out the weather, and as i opened the door a butterfly fell to my feet with a torn wing. 

Its just a coincidence i thought. Theres no way.. But the longer i looked down at the struggling butterfly the more i realized that it couldn't be, and that it was meant for me to find it. The color was torn off of its wing. Reaching down, i scooped up the fluttering thing, and set it outside. 

"its gonna die you know!" My brothers voice came boldly from behind me. "it's in pain Andrea, why don't you just kill it?" I shook my head, but he didn't understand. Before i could stop him, he jumped onto the concrete and killed the struggling butterfly. "There, now its not hurting anymore." My eyes followed him in dis belief as he sat back down in front of the tv. 

I grabbed a bagel from the counter, and ran back up the stairs. I didn't want to be around my brother. Besides, he was glued to his xbox anyways. I sat on my bed trying to wake up enough to really think and then i remembered the book. The pages turned until i found the one of me, but i noticed one more page added onto it. It was me again.. I was in my bathroom. This was last night.. I knew i heard a camera, but where. 

Goosebumps covered my skin as i looked at the new image of me printed into the book.. Someones watching me? Someone was here. Someone is in my room watching me and i have no idea how to stop it.. how did they know where i put the book. Why are they taking pictures of me.  Was it the same person who tore the color from the butterfly's wing?. 

My heartbeat sped up as i started typing out a text to Zoey. "Weird stuff is happening.. please come over! don't ask questions, i don't have any answers yet, but i think that this has to do with last night. Just come over as soon as you can, i love you" Within seconds my phone vibrates, it's Zoey. "What do you mean it has to do with last night? what happened last night?" Why was she acting so clueless all of the sudden? "The book zoey, the one with all of the pictures, the one of me. You were the one that pointed it out. C'mon i know your messing with me" Instantly she shot back a message. "i never met up with you last night Andera. I was busy watching charlie, are you okay?"

I shook my head as i was trying to make sense of the situation, then i just decided to leave her on read, and distract myself. Plus i had to send out my snap chat streaks anyways. After sending a selfie with an s scribbled over my face i began watching through stories, then i got to Zoeys. 

4:15 "watching this cutie" 6:47 "I can't believe he has me watching paw patrol. this kid.. 8:22 "someones passed out, lol" 11:11 "him"

I dont understand. i saw her, she was there.. right? Theres no way she wasn't but then again.. i just saw the proof. If that wasn't Zoey, then who was it, or was it anyone at all.. am i seeing things?

around 20 minuets later my door swung open, and an overly exited best friend flopped onto my bed. She hugged me, then smiled. I didn't return the smile, but we hugged for a second. Tears started coming out of my eyes and i couldn't stop them. I don't know where they were coming from. She just looked at me. I could tell that she was confused. I was too. 

"Zoey, i don't know whats going on but just look at this book. I could have swore that i saw you yesterday in the club house.. I showed you but.. i didn't. Tears fell down my cheeks, but i continued. Look at the last two pictures. She stopped on the one of me sleeping and looked at me. "Andrea.. who took this." I shook my head. words weren't coming out of my mouth. I tried to force them out but all that came out was a sob, and more tears began to fall down my face. She turned the page, then i noticed another page behind it. She looked towards the bathroom, then back at me. 

"Andrea.. i think that this is from your closet.." The tears stopped and almost automatically my head turned straight towards my closet. I think she's right.. its in front of my bathroom, and its the right angle for the picture of me sleeping.. When she turned the page again, it was the crushed butterfly that my little brother had stepped on earlier. 

"What does this mean Andrea? Are you trying to prank me again" I shook my head. I thought that she was pranking me. None of this is making sense. How did another image appear in the book. I was only gone for 10 minuets to shower before Zoey got here. 

Was there someone in my closet watching me? theres no way. The doors broken. You can't get in there. 

"I hate to leave you right now Andrea, but i have to baby sit again.. Please be safe. This is weirding me out. I don't know if your trying to pull something on me, but this isn't funny. I love you" Before i knew it i was all alone in my room again with the book beside me. when i closed the book, the spot where the butterfly appeared on my fingerer appeared started bleeding, and i had to go to the sink. I ran my hand under the water and noticed that i wasn't the one bleeding. There was no cut or scrape on me. The blood washed off.. but where would blood have came from, then it came to me. The butterfly.