She opened the door throwing her backpack into the corner and slamming the door closed behind her. Her father wouldn't be home until late tonight which she was thankful for. She ran up the stairs feeling the wood slide underneath her hand as she held onto the railing for support. She twisted the handle to the little side closet next to her father's room, it hit a stop before flicking itself back to its original state.
Fuck it's locked, she twisted the knob again and shoulder barged it. One. Two. Three. It cracked open, slight shards of wood passing by her head. Her hands searched frantically for my object of need. Her eyes caught sight of the small black box she stood on my tip toes, stretching for it. She slipped and her arm skidded down scraping the old wooden shelves as she lost her balance. She fell hitting the ground and she groaned as pain erupted in her head, she touched it gently with her left hand feeling the thickening liquid she knew was blood. She winced, as she got to her feet, breathing harshly she tried once more. Feeling relief was over me as the box slid into my hands. She backed up out of the room till she hit the wall, and She slid down. The box settling in her lap, she smiled down at it feeling the desperation slip away ever so slowly. She opened the lid and frowned when she didn't see it at first her hands raked through trinkets and photos. No. No. It wasn't here. It has to be here. She screamed in frustration when she didn't find it. Throwing the box to side she watched as it made impact and exploded its contents flying in different direction. Tears suddenly pooled in her eyes, and before she knew it they were coming down her face without her consent, she slid further down the wall, before curling up in a small ball.
Her head hurt, pulsing pain that intensified when she moved, coming in waves. She opened her eyes that seemed too heavy, sitting up she tried to ignore the stabbing pain that enveloped her, keeping her in her spot on the ground. She looked toward the door seeing the sun had gone down and she was now surrounded by darkness. "Merlyn?!" her father's voice rang out the empty house, and his footsteps grew louder as he took the steps two at a time. "Merlyn, what are you doing?" he said kneeling down next to her, he placed a hand behind her back and helped her up. "The photo, it-it's not there." She stuttered. "I'm sorry," he whispered against her hair. "She took it with her." Silent tears ran down the girls face. "Come on go to bed," he helped her down the stairs and into her room. "Dad I'm fine you can leave now." The words came out harsher then they meant to but it was the only way to get him to leave her alone.
That night, sleep didn't come easily instead Merlyn sat in the middle of her bed staring at the wall until morning came. Once the sun was up she turned and reached over to her bed side table. Her finger hovered over the button of her alarm waiting for it to start beeping. As the sound started blaring its repetitive noise she pressed the button, but the noise continued. Her fist came down on it but it still wouldn't work. She grabbed it and pulled ripping the power chord out of its socket. She threw it, and it shattered against the wall, as she let out a scream of frustration. She slipped her way out of her bed before walking over to the mess that was gathered at the edge of her room. she picked some of the pieces up. "I'm sorry." She whispered, before cleaning the mess up.
Merlyn, walked along the path towards her school when drops of rain started to fall. She looked up blinking as some fell into her eyes. "This day can't get any shittier." She mumbled to herself, picking up the pace as thunder started to make noise above her. "Want a ride?" Merlyn looked to her left and saw the familiar emerald of his eyes. Him. Of course it just got shittier. "No." she continued walking while Harry followed close behind, his car gliding slowly next to her. "Get in, it's going to pour in a minute and you'll get sick." His voice called out over the booming that rumbled through the dark sky.
She groaned and walked to the passenger side of his black jeep, she opened the door and threw her backpack into he backseat while taking hold of the grab handle and pulling her self up and into the car. She huffed and some stray strands of her ink like hair fluttered out of her face. "You right?" Harry asked laughing. Merlyn bit her lip and propped her elbow up on the car window sill and rested her index finger over her top lip and supported her chin with her thumb. "You're so sensitive lighten up would ya." Her eyes stung and she moved her hands to her lap and she looked down at them. She glanced up at harry when she noticed the car wasn't moving. He stared back at her expectantly, a sly smirk on his dimpled face. She sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes before scrunching them up and giving him a full blown teeth baring smile. He laughed and she stopped smiling, "Are you happy?" she asked. "Definitely." He spoke starting the car.
YOU ARE READING
Something Sinister
Horror"You were dead the minute you were born. A living body with a fractured soul and a broken heart. You can't survive on your own so you made your own demons to keep you company."
