Prison of paradise, book 4 in Wingless series

Death's crawl

I cleaned up the dishes hurrying to the bathroom to find a moment of peace from all the chaos running around me. My home was filled with family, friends just about everyone I ever met on a daily.

The day was Thanksgiving, weeks had passed since Kenny's accident, and life sort of stayed at a standstill. Apparently, when you were being hunted like wild animals the first phase of escaping was to do nothing but wait. Wait and watch, I was not informed of much so I felt like a sitting duck. A duck that was waiting for its death, so life would just end because it was too hard trying to be a duck with a gun pointed at you all day.

I carried my wine glass with me glad to feel the door at my back, stretching my legs out across the floor. Some might be happy at the sight of both their parents at their beautiful home for Thanksgiving but not me. It meant that all that I thought was right. It meant that my family was still the weak normal family they always were. Manipulation among them was simple. They were not trying to live for anything, they just wanted to please and keep in line.

My life was nothing like that, and it never was going to be, hard to think so when I came from them. Death wasn't around my corner it was all around me, making love to me at night, giving me odd glances at the table when others were not looking. Death was trying to hunt me, and it loved me. Who knew there were so many faces of death?

The wine was flowing like a river in the house today, every one of us willing to gorge on wine and all the food you could imagine. We were in the stages of trying to make the most out of everything. Like a person who senses death around them who simply wants to feel, touch, taste, smell everything one last time. Impending doom it was a familiar sweater, we all wore it and as scratchy as it felt against our skin we kept it on.

There really was no sense in losing your head anymore; once you felt, the frightening feeling there was nothing ever like it again. The scare that you felt when you knew you were that close to something so deadly you kept it. It never went away, so I thought of it more like a tease of sorts. Once you knew the secret, that death could do whatever it wanted when it wanted you knew all you needed to know. I simply felt sorry for those who were oblivious. They hadn't a clue it did not matter how many cars they sold, or how nice they were to the teachers, what grades they made it all meant nothing when a Grim wanted to suck the life from your body.

Your best bet was to cross your fingers and hope it was simple and non gruesome.

There was a tapping on the door; a light tapping that showed whoever was doing so was trying to be cautious or female.

"Yep?" I called running my finger along my wine glass waiting to hear an answer.

"You ok in there?" Evan asked I scooted over on the floor unlocking the door.

He came in dressed in his finest looking more amazing than usual. He held a wine bottle and another glass coming to sit on the floor next to me. He loosened his tie and let out a groan throwing his head back against the door.

"The holidays are nice but family can just suck the life right out of you." He said.

"Like your family." I said laughing; I held my side as the joke seemed to roll around the room taunting me into hysterics. I wiped my tears really letting it all out; I was near a meltdown of emotions. So much had gone on during this day that I was sure I was going to just breakdown any minute, which was why I sat in the bathroom a prisoner to my sanity and myself.