Vendetta

Chapter 3: What shatters and still lives?

Aella
Mid October
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Somewhere along the days filled to the brim with depression, and sorrow, I was finally able to remove myself from my ongoing death-like state. I had been lying in my bed for days, getting up to take showers and brush my teeth. The painting I had done of my brother days before he died was propped up against the wall of my bedroom beside my window that over looked the lake. I had draped a sheet over the painting because I couldn't bare to look at his smile. His carefree happy smile. My sheets were tear and sweat stained, cocooning me in my sorrow.

My stomach grumbled for the fifth time this day, warning me that If I didn't eat, I'd end up like my brother. I've been avoiding eating for almost a week now. I've been surviving off water and air.

I refuse.

I made a promise.

I groaned, forcing myself to roll to the edge of my bed. I dropped my feet down on the cold wood floor. I didn't flinch at the cold. I glanced around my dimly lit room, making note of where my computer lie closed on my desk. I'd have to start investigating.

Stepping from the seclusion of my room, a bitter chill hit me as my bare feet hit the cold granite floor outside of my bedroom. My eyes roamed the empty, dark, cold hall of my once vibrantly love-filled home. Sorrow had painted our walls with its presence and death accompanied it with its stench. Pain clawed its way into my heart once again, dragging me deeper into the abyss of my own personal hell. I closed my door behind me.

What time was it?

And where where Mom and Dad?

The house was eerily quiet as I roamed the halls aimlessly. After a few short moments, I found myself in the kitchen. The lights were off, and the blinds were closed, blocking the view of the city my brother adored.

I didn't want to see the city with its tall buildings and bustling streets.

I moved straight to the fridge, walking around the massive island, and past the industrial stove. My eyes flicked to the built-in clock.

12:12

How funny. My birthday.

I groaned a little when I pulled the fridge door open.

Everything that could possibly be made was in there. From French pastries to Italian dinners. Thanks to Armando, our personal chef.

I settled for a vanilla Yoplait yogurt.

As I began my walk back to my room, something brushed against my leg, sending a shiver of unease down my spine.

I glanced around.

Meow.

I looked down to find Midnight, my brother's kitten, standing beside me, her golden eyes wide as she stared up at me.

"Midnight, you scared me," I said quietly as I stooped down to collect her in my arms, holding her close.

She purred sweetly.

"I know. Me, too, girl," I whispered in her ear. I snuggled her and a familiar scent hit my senses.

Earth and spice.

Axel.

I sighed sadly and began moving towards my room, but something stopped me in my tracks.

I placed my yogurt down on the semi-translucent glass table beside me and slid my hand underneath the metal frame where the glass met the base and pulled out a slick, thin blade.

A Silver Stiletto.

I placed Midnight down on the floor lightly. She nudged her head against my ankle.

The hall was dark and quiet, and all the doors were closed, except for mine.

But I don't recall having left it open.

Matter fucking fact, I distinctly remember closing it. All the way.

I rushed to my room, the yogurt left forgotten on the glass table where both my parents' spare keys and photos of us were before the world crumbled into pieces.

My bedroom door was only slightly ajar, and my lamp was still on. My heart raced, not in fear, but more so in anticipation.

What-no. Who, could have been in our house at a time like this?

Who would even dare?

I used my free hand to push my door open, keeping the knife hidden behind my wrist.

Nothing seemed to be out of place.

My bed linen was still a mess from me. My drawers were closed, my closet door as well.

I took a step past the threshold of my bedroom door and looked around cautiously.

My nightstands were perfectly fine.

Everything was exactly how I left it.

I'm just paranoid...

So what do you guys think? Is it mysterious enough for ya? Please send me different ideas for the next chapters and maybe the end will be how you wish. Thx. Sorry about the short chapter but...the story is just beginning.

Midnight

Age: 2 Months