The Resurrection

The Resurrection-Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I woke up dizzy and fucking disoriented, not knowing where I was. All I remember is being tossed in a room like shit and being left there for death. But I don't think I was in that fucking room anymore; the only things I saw were a huge weird ass mansion and a gray rocked path, seeming to go on for miles in one way, leading up to the massive and imposing door of the mansion in the other. The rest was basically dirt that stretched on to no end--none that I could fucking see, anyway.

There was nobody except me, so I started walking. For fuck's sake.. Maybe there'll be some people in that shit show of a house, I thought rolling my eyes. Suddenly, I felt something brush my arm. I stopped walking and looked around, fucking scared. There was nothing. What the fuck. Nothing but a blue sky and flat earth. I couldn't stop asking myself the same motherfucking questions, over and over again: Where was I? How did I get here? Did I die? Yes, I did but I didn't know it at the time...

I ran up the gray path towards the house. When I arrived at the door, I yanked on it but it was locked. Fuck this. I walked around the mansion until I found a window. I looked inside and I saw my mom and dad. I knocked on the glass, but they didn't notice me. They got up quickly and started screaming at each other. They hardly ever fought. I suddenly got the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. I saw my dad raising arm, and the way it jerked back from the recoil of the gun in his hand. Jesus fucking Christ.

I saw my mom fall to the floor in a growing pool of blood.

I ran to the door, horrified, and this time it was unlocked. I hurried into the richly decorated living room, where my mom was sprawled on the floor. All that was left was her and the gun. I choked back a strangled cry and ran to kneel beside her, shaking her. She didn't so much as twitch. She wasn't dead. She couldn't fucking be dead! This couldn't be happening. It was all a dream. I would wake up in my own bed, go downstairs, and see my mom at the stove making breakfast. I squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my gaze immediately landed on my mom's lifeless body. Fuck. FUCK. I wiped away a stray tear, got up and picked up the gun. Then backed away, running for the door, only to realize it was locked again, trapping me inside the house, with only my dead mother to keep me company. What the fuck is happening? I was tired and shell-shocked from my mother's death. The scene kept repeating itself in my head, which was definitely unappreciated. I shut my eyes, trying to block the images out.  

I needed a bed. I felt like collapsing from sleepiness. I couldn't go back into the living room, because I was sure I would fucking lose it.  

"Who the fuck is keeping me locked here? Dad where the fuck are you and why you kill mom? Come find me you lottle bitch!" I screamed hysterically.

I heard a thud upstairs so I went up some stairs that were next to the entrance to the living room. Hoping to find whoever the fuck is doing this.

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