Capable Of Murder...But Not Love

CHAPTER 5

White

That is the only thing invading my vision; white walls, white floors, white ceilings, white everything.

"What the hell is going on, am I in heaven" I quietly wondered.

I look around the room in a daze, not understanding where the entirely white room begins or where it ends.

"There has to be a fúcking door here somewhe-" my thoughts were cut short by an all to familiar voice.

"Cree" the voice said mockingly.

I knew that voice, it was the same menacing voice that has haunted my dreams for years.

I frantically surveyed my surroundings only to see white.

Nothing. But. White.

"Creeee" his taunting voice bounces off the rooms empty walls.

"Wh-?" I try to say, only for my voice to fade out, until nothing but air escapes my lips.

"Creeeeee" his voice said in that all to familiar menacing tease.

I quickly turn around, searching for any sign of him, and that is when I spot something other than myself.

A. Single. Black. Dot. In a sea of white, floating towards me.

"Cree." I hear my name being called in the distance.

Yet for some reason, my body becomes paralyzed. I can't look away from the black dot slowly inching its way towards me.

And as the dot grew closer, I could feel my body begin to shake uncontrollably. My eyes blinking involuntarily as if they were having some sort of seizure.

"CREEE" the spine-chilling voice continued to echo throughout the room.

And as my body shook, and my eyes flickered uncontrollably, I began to notice that, the more I blinked the bigger the black dot became.

And soon enough the black dot, was no longer a dot, but rather a silhouette, more specifically a mans silhouette. And as the silhouette grew closer, the faster my name was called.

"CREE!"
"CREE!"
"CREE!"
"CREE!"
"CREE!"
"CREE!"
"CREE!"
"CREE!"

Not having control over my body, I had no choice but to watch as the black silhouette grew closer, and closer, and closer until...nothing.

Everything stopped, my body stopped shaking, and my eyes stopped its excessive blinking. Just nothing, but dead silence. The type of silence that makes you question if you are still alive or not. The type of silence that would dri-.

"Cree." my father's voice calls out to me.

Without hesitation, I forcefully shove my elbow backwards, hoping to elbow him in his ribcage...only to feel nothing but air.

Baffled I hastily turn around to find nothing-nothing but white walls, white floors, white ceili-...

Then I feel it, someone's hand slowly trailing up the length of my back, and my body freezes. Everything shuts down, my muscles, my breathing, my e-

"Cree," the devils heavily scented alcoholic breath whispered in my ear," I missed you bab-."

"CREE!" the sound of my mothers screams viciously shove me back into reality.