Chapter 8: Why

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Here I am again...finally home! Momma and the rest of my family found me, and I was rescued by them, and they love me. And I love them.but most of all, I'm glad to see my twin.

"Hey, twin," I say.

"Yes, twin." Jazz says.

"Hi."

"Hi."

I swear we are the most annoying and immature twins in the universe, but whatever.Mommas in the basement, the only part of the house I haven't been since I left. So of course, I go check it out.

When I get to the basement door, I see that it's perfectly clean, no marks or scratches, probably the cleanest door in the whole house. I open it. The door screeches as it opens, and the inside smells like garbage and gasoline. I was always forbidden to go into the basement.

As I attempt to walk into the basement, I trip over something lumpy. Oh my gosh, it's a body! I see dead animals and people everywhere. I've got to get out of here!

I run back upstairs. Before I get to my room, I see Jazz sitting on her knees at the toilet. When she finishes throwing up, she looks at me in disgust. "What did you do?" I almost throw up myself, just thinking about it. "I'll tell you later. Freshen up first, then I'll tell you."

~A Few Hours Later~

I end up telling Jazz everything about what I saw in the basement. I guess since she was suprised because she's never seen it. "Just keep it a secret, okay? No one can know that I went down there."

"Okay, okay. But why would there be dead bodies down there if we've never seen them in this house at all?" That's a good question to ask Mom, but if we ask her that, she'll flip!

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