Philophobia

《003》

It was a chain of thoughts that started in her mind when she watched the soft pluchen clouds outside. She rested her head against the car window. A sight left her mouth. The window felt damp and cold. But the clouds outside caught het attention rather than the sticky feeling of the window.

The actually reminded her of home.

Why?
You see her old house had a ceiling painted with clouds. Her mother loved to paint. And since the young woman couldn't stand the white walls when they had moved in. She had started to paint the walls in vicid colours. Not even randomly chosen colours, but carefully chosen vivid palletes of sometimes humble or rich colours.

The entrance of he house was filled with specks of gold and black. The white walls had been splattered with them. Giving the house a magical touch.

The kitchen had fresh green and blue colours. Her mother had made their kitchen feel more like home by painting their faces. Only uses a few lines to define their most outstanding features. Vivid colours had taken the role to make the kitchen feel like a warm spring morning.

The library had deep blue colours of sadness. When her grandmother had died. Her mother had locked herself in. She had been inside for days. Finishing the painting of waves and oceans of blue. Oceans of sadness and grief were she had drowned herself into.

But she had been reborn.

All the rooms and hallways were beautifully painted. They all gave off a different time a different memory and a different aura.

The living room had been her favorite place.

The room was painted as if you were walking besides cloudsThe floor had a soft white carpet. Which the family somehow managed to keep white.

The walls, they had been breathtaking.

Beautifull colours of blue and light pink and yellow. A soft morning sky. The pastels were used almost perfectly. The room was almost magically, as if someone had enchanted the walls to make it look af if you were floating between clouds.

And now she bated that place. She feared it. Loathed it. Despised it. Pitied it.

And god, did she feel bad for it.

Those once beautifull walls had now been splattered with blood.
That room had seen things, things that would make Raegan shiver. Things that made her bite her lip till she tasted blood. The same blood that had stained the room.

That once beautifull white carped had been drained with a thick crimson liquid It left awfull stains. It would never leave. It would never unsee the things that happened in that room.

Just like Raegan,

Who would never unsee what happened that night.

A/n

I apologize for being so absent. I had it so busy! I was in greece with my parents for a couple weeks and then I had school and I was very busy catching up with friends and I totally forgot to update this book. Due to feeling like I really HAVE to update this book it will be more of a filler. I promise that more will follow soon.

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Feline Armstorff