Sabrina McLain:
I was walking up the stairs
to my bedroom
when I heard a
soft sob
from behind the bathroom door.
Mom was at work
so it was obviously
Baylee.
"Bay? Honey, what's wrong?"
I asked through the door.
I got no response.
Most people,
when no one answers you
after knocking on a door,
would just leave.
But after Dad,
I feared the worst.
Bracing myself, I took a
few steps
b a c k
and
slammed my shoulder
against the door.
It shuddered in its
hinges
but nothing else happened.
My pulse quickened
and my shoulder ached,
but I brought it back against
the door
one,
two,
three,
four
more times.
Nothing worked.
"BAY! ANSWER ME!"
I screamed,
my lips shaping
the words against the
wooden door.
Tears flooded my eyes.
I stopped banging on the door
long enough to hear
...
...
...
...
silence.
Oh God, no.
No.
No.
No.
I remembered the silence
of Dad's room
when I walked in,
the pool of
dark, dark, dark blood
glistening like a lake
of all the empty promises he'd made.
I remembered the silence.
He would no longer
laugh,
or cry,
or talk,
or sing.
Silence,
in this house,
meant death.
Gritting my teeth
and noticing the shape
of the lock on the door,
I thought of all the bobby pins
we kept
that would fit the lock.
How ironic,
I thought to myself,
that we keep the bobby pins
in the bathroom.
YOU ARE READING
Dissipate: Book Two
Short StoryThe sequel to "Unnatural" this book is about Sabrina's life after another death. Sabrina is still writing to Jennah, her dead older sister, and Sabrina has a lot to write about. Her mother's so-called "friend from work" is suddenly her new boyfriend...
