Chapter 2 - Questions

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 I still remember the long, cold fingers on my warm lips. I could feel my eyes beginning to dry because I was not blinking. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. My limbs felt heavy and my heart raced. Was it all a dream? Or did it really happen? I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I pulled the rest of my bed-sheets off my body. I could hear my family talking in the kitchen.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I couldn't. I moved my lead like legs off the bed onto the creaky floorboards. I felt my body stand up but I didn't feel like I was controlling it. Soon enough I was at my door and scared to turn that old rusty doorknob. My body was in full auto mode. I was no longer in control. I walk down the long corridor into the family room. Where I saw the being. I could feel my body tense up as I took the steps towards my kitchen.

The pans crashing into the sink sent my heart racing. I saw the smiles on my family's faces and I felt my body start to relax. I was home and safe with my family. It was just all a bad dream. Still I couldn't shake the thought that kept haunting me. Why did I have my blue slippers on? I pushed my thoughts far down and brought out the fake smile that I had learned to perfect.

"Hi, sweetie." my dad said to me as I pulled my chair out from the table to sit down. "Hey, Dad." I said with the most fake sweet voice I could make. "I made bacon and eggs." My mom said as she grabbed the keys for the car, "Love you guys, I have to go to work early today." She said as she grabbed her coffee and left out the front door. It seemed lately that she was just wanting to get out of the house any moment she could get. She used to sit down and talk to us about her work, like complaining about the refrigerator in the break room not working or one of her coworkers not doing their job. However, since this new project she has been very distant.

My dad snaps his fingers to get me out of the train of thoughts I was in. "You ready for school, Piper?" he said while stirring his coffee creamer into his coffee. "Yeah I am excited because I have an assembly which means I get out of Geometry so I have that to look forward too." I said with a little chuckle as I look down at the bacon and eggs in front of me. I felt a sickness in my stomach that told my brain to not pick up the fork and eat. "Can I go get ready? I am not really hungry." I asked my dad. At first, he looked a little alarmed but right after his lips turned to a grin. "Of course, you've got a big day ahead of you and all, got to get prepared for that special assembly that gets you out of stupid Geometry." He said while laughing and picking up another piece of bacon to eat. "Thanks, dad." I smile at him as I stood up to leave.

I walked out of the kitchen and to left of me was the horrid room. It still felt cold and dangerous. I never really liked that room, but my mom loves it inhere. It's mostly where she does all her work. I started to walk down the hallway to my room. Straight in front of me is my little brother Connor's and sister Hazel's room. My parent's room is to the let but I haven't been in there in forever. I've lived in this house my whole life. How could somewhere I have thought was so safe and loving feel so scary and hateful. I open the door to my room and walk in. Nothing around me felt normal. It felt different. Something was different. I just couldn't figure out what. 

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