Writing On The Wall (Marble Hornets Masky X OC)

Chapter 5: In Which She Writes Back!

Hallo my readers!

It is insanely hot inside and outside, but i shall write(type) anyway! But, anyway, On with the story!

Chapter 5:

I make my way back inside my apartment, closing the window behind me, RE-LOCKING THE DAMN THING(yes I made sure I locked it, so you mai dear readers, don't think I have memory loss.)

Once inside, my gaze rested upon the black writing; 'Okay, I knew it! They are talking about Jay. But it can't be Jay himself, I would have seen and heard him!'

The thought of calling the cops never crossed my mind until now.

But would they help a case of break-ins at a PRIVET apartment?

But maybe....

A new idea popped into my head, I could threaten them! I could SAY I was going to call the cop; just to scare them into not coming back! Yes! Thats great!

But how....?

Then, my once-in-a-lifetime genius moments struck me.

I'll do what I do best; i'll write it.

I skidded down my hallway, to my trashed bathroom. I open the cabinet under the sink and pull out a small bucket and rag.

I fill the bucket with warm water and soap and go back to the main part of my little apartment.

I set the bucket down in front of the ink covered wall and wet the grey rag.

I'll scrub off this writing and write my own message there instead! I smirk to myself, 'this is going to be perfect!'

I place the rag on the wall and begin scrubbing off the black ink.

---Timeskip!----(20 minutes later)

My cleaning was interrupted by the familiar ring of my cell phone.

I dropped the rag into the bucket and dried my hands, then curiously looking at the small LCD screen on the front of my phone.

'aw shit....not again..'

It was my Mom...

"H-hello.." I say softly, I was greeted by the sound of loud sobbing.

"Oh Ashton! He left me! John left me!" My Mother cried.

About time too....

Mother continued to tell the story of how she walk in on father with another women in bed. Then father left and didn't come back.

On my side of the line, I rolled my eyes and held the phone between my ear and shoulder as I continued to scrub the wall.

I must have zoned out because I was brought back to the conversation by my mother calling my name, "Ashton? A-are you there?" Her voice was cracked with tears.

"Yes mother." I answered shortly.

My mother let out a shaky, angry sigh, "Do you not even care?!"

I stayed silent, hoping that she would get the point and hang up.

But she didn't.

"Ah! Why did Lori die and leave me with you as a daughter!? " She screeched into the phone.

See what I mean by taking out their frustrations..?

I just sighed and listened to her ramble on and on until she FINALLY hung up the phone.

I let out a sigh of relief, she finally shut up...

I clicked my phone shut and threw it on my bed.

Even through I hear it all the time, It still stings every time someone mentions Lori....

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There! Done! I Just finished scrubbing off the last letter!

I smiled at the now clean wall...well, not for long!

I dumped out the black water in the bucket and rinsed off the ink-filled rag. After, I rummaged through all of my drawers, finding a black marker.

I was thankful for my ugly yellow wall for once, they were smooth, unlike some of the other apartment walls that were bumpy. Or even worst, had holes in them.

I started by making my letters long and jagged, almost a mock copy of the writing style the thief did.

I stepped back to admire my work, "STAY AWAY OR I'M CALLING THE COPS"

I sure hope this is going to work....