The sound of glass shattering wakes me up from my dreamless sleep,angry words echo off the hollow walls.I lay there eyes closed hoping the God above hears my prayers to end this long ever-lasting misery but my words are futile as more curse words and the sound of things breaking continue to fill the depressing athmosphere of what remains of the place I once called home.
I force my eyes open only to be greeted by the darkness that consumes my room,its one of the many things I have gotten use to along with the burn I feel as I unwillingly move from my place of solitude.I shiver as the wind blows through the crack in the window onto my thin nightgown.The wooden planks creek under my weight as I navigate throught the room with ease closing the old battered door quietly behind me.
Everyday my heart breaks a little more as I walk down the hall to the bathroom.....the hall that haunts my nightmares,flashes of what occurs here hit me like a train.My eyes blur as memories with my sister play over in my head her laugh,her smile.
The times when I knew what happiness was.
I break away from my nostalgic thoughts as I approach the bathroom door,the only luminated room as side from the kitchen and the living room down stairs.As I enter,the bright blue light invades my sight,it takes me a few moments to adjust to it.I realize that the noise downstairs disappears I bask in the silence,I think maybe just maybe I might have a little peace.
However, I feel cold chills radiate down my spine when I hear footsteps advancing up the steps.I quickly shut and bolt the door before running to the light switch and flicking it off.Just like that the room is engulfed by that familiar darkness.Sliding to the floor my heart palpitates,cold sweat covers my skin and my breathing picks up.I know it's stupid but I let myself believe that the person outside has not noticed the light turning off.
This illusion is shattered when the person on the other side bangs on the door shouting at me to open up.I remain silent partly because I hope they will go away but also because the panic paralyzes me.
Please be a night mare I think to myself but I know this is as real as it gets.
The person starts kicking the old door and it soon caves to the assault as the hinges fly off and my inevitable doom awaits.
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Misteri / Thriller"Its all your fault". I do not respond,Im numb to it all I have learnt from past mistakes so I sit on the floor and take it....... For Adrestia there is no escape or.... is there. Will she escape in time or will time catch up on her in her own perso...
