The Runaway Life

CHAPTER 5: Hidden Secrets

CHAPTER 5:

I ran up to Josh and removed the knife from his back. There was blood crusted on the sides, so it must have been there for a while.

"How did I not notice this? I am a terrible person!"

I became confused, mad, sad, and disappointed at myself all at the same time. I took the knife and plunged it into the wall.

As soon as I did, the walls began to shake. The house was moving back and forth!

"How is this even possible!?" I screamed.

I fell to the ground covered in dust, and crushed pieces of the wall. Nothing very significant happened during that moment. All I remember is the portrait, of the little girl that used to live there, shattering on the ground.

I thought, "This painting must be pretty important. Am I missing something?"

I looked a little closer, and I thought I was seeing things. I could've sworn it was me! I then realized, it was me!

"But why would the owner of the house have pictures of my mom and I?"

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So if I am supposedly alone right now...what would make the house shake? Because there are never any earthquakes here, it is the middle of the night, and my heart just got ripped out and put back in, when my friend died. So why would this "earthquake" go off right here?

I mean, ghosts aren't real, right? The supernatural is impossible anyway, so I'm probably just losing it. It was probably just an earthquake.

I thought to myself, "when in the world did this all start!?"

When I tried to open the chest...

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I slowly made my way over to the mysterious chest in the corner of the room.

"There must be something importang in here, that someone doesn't want me to see..."

My hand moved towards the latch again, it was colder than ever! I slowly opened the cover, when I saw it...

My world was going to topple over.

I don't even know why I care about this so much!

But finding out this way changes everything.

It changes my feelings, my actions, my past, and my perspective on this situation. I began to let out a tear. This changes how I feel about my whole life.

"I should've stayed home! Why did I ever run away!? I am an idiot! Why did this happen!! Who would do such a thing!"

As I stared down at my mother's dead corpse, I realized, this devil is not only making my life miserable, but killing the ones I loved, even if I didn't realize it at the time.

My face was streaming with tears, as I tried to u derstand what was really happening.

I don't even know why I cared. I mean this woman tried to hurt me intentionally. She tried to choke her own daughter to death. Why should I care if she's gone?

Maybe because she is my mom. She is still my only family. She is my only living relative.

She was the one who stayed with me through everything, even when my dad was long gone. After everything we had to go through, she actually did (kind of) care.

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My adrenaline was still going. I could only think about one thing...

"I have to find out who did this."