❝Her secret will destroy them all❞
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Celeste Allen has secrets that are continuously threatened, all the while attempting to be another average American girl trying to graduate High School. The problem? Celeste isn't normal; she's not supposed to...
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HOME WAS SUPPOSED TO BE a peaceful place. Relaxing, gentle and warm with love and safety. And it was for Celeste Allen, living in Florida with her mother Christy, and her boyfriend Michael. Their simple two story house was all of those things.
Until it wasn't.
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THE TREMORS FROM her screams shook the silent household. Her cries of horror echoing with the fall wind, vibrating against the wooden walls. No single soul could have guessed such sounds of agony could spill from a young little girl like herself.
The vocal cords within her throat began to shred, her voice cracking. The sobs that poured from her lips trembled through her body entirely. As her brown eyes strained in and out of focus, the heartstrings within her chest snapped, breaking her tormented heart. The crack echoed, anyone with ears heard it's finality within a mile radius.
Her mother's murderers relished in the sound.
Celeste felt the air from her lungs leave her body as it grew weak. Her knees shattering as she collapsed to the hardwood floor beneath her. With the only strength she had left in her body, her boney fingers clutched at her milk chocolate brown strands, ripping some of the roots from her skull as she screamed. The never-ending pool of tears cascading from her fear stricken eyes, had yet to cease since they began.
As Celeste's muscles began to ache, her body finally depleting of energy, her body slumped forward, her eyes training themselves on the mangled body only five feet from her. The wooden front door hung wide open, streaks of blood ran along the inside, while a pool absorbed into the welcome mat.
The mauled and crumpled form lay disfigured and torn to shreds just outside the doorway. Her mother, Christy Allen, was no longer recognizable, even to her own daughter.
Thick red liquid continuously poured from multiple slashes in her mother's torso, Christy's neck shred open and butchered. Blood clotted in the tangled mess of locks that had once mirrored Celeste's.
Pale was the skin of her lifeless mother, a blue hue pigment was visible from where Celeste sat, the lips, though barely visible, were the same shade, with a tint of purple. A leg was twisted awkwardly, the neck had been visibly snapped with what was left of it. But fortunately for Celeste's sanity, Christy's head wasn't fully facing toward her.
While the seconds ticked on, the scene Celeste had witnessed minutes ago continued to replay on repeat. It was as if a movie were playing in the back of her mind, a never ending horror film she couldn't stop herself from watching. Over, and over again. It was tortuous, and Celeste was drowning herself in it.
Christy's screams had awoken Celeste from her dreamless sleep, jolting Celeste awake as if she were having a nightmare-- if only she knew her nightmare had only just begun.
