No Sleep

Somethings wrong

All the gremlins went home and I put Michael to bed. I went to bed myself. I woke up took a shower put in my uniform and walked to school to find Addison, Elliot, and Chloe talking, until they spot me and we all chat. I learned that Chloe is just like me. Questioning her sexuality. I told her she wasn't alone and that's when she started to feel comfortable with us. We continued throughout school and the bullies tried to attack Chloe again. Elliot who can't stand people like that got punched Chloe and Addison strike back and I got attack from behind. From being so thin I could punch them and break my arm instead so I just. Took the beating. I had almost blacked out when I saw Chloe running towards me. Then I woke up in the nurse with every one there. Chloe, Addison, Elliot, and the three boys who attacked us. I was all bandaged up and so was everyone else. I had bruised everywhere. It was a miracle I didn't break anything.  They said if Chloe didn't help me at that time I would have broken a rib. I was thankful. I was put into a wheelchair and wheeled to the principals office. We were asked questions like what happened, who started, etc. We were going to get a suspension when a few students stood up for us and reported a bully session of their own from the three boys. Chloe, Addison, and Elliot got the rest of the school year (3 days) detention. I got a 2 day detention. While the three boys got suspended for 3 weeks. (They would start their senior year suspended.) Then we were told to leave. Well I should say everyone else had to leave. I was asked to stay. I was told I was going home and someone would help me get my stuff and leave (the wheelchair was not supposed to leave the schools property) I got my stuff and the nurse wheeled me out of the school and helped me into the car. My mother and Father looked mortified. They asked what happened and I told them.
"So why an I out of school there's still like 3 hours left? Did you know what happened? " I asked
"Actually" My father said
"Your uncle pasted away and he asked if you could come to his funeral." My mom said finishing my dad's sentence
"Which uncle? " I said concerned
"Charlie Smith" Dad said on the verge of years.
"UNCLE SMITH! The uncle who ABUSED ME!" I practically shouted
"I still have a scar from were he STABBED ME" I continued raising my shirt a little to show them my scar.
"Please just behave it will only take a few hours" My mother and Father said in unison.
I eventually accepted and when we got to the house found my best dress  put on a little bit of makeup and did my hair (a bun with two curled strands out in front) my family got ready and we left. We said our goodbyes and then we left.  We weren't going the way towards home and I asked "where are we going? "
"The reason you had to go to the funeral was because Smith left you something in his will" My dad said
"We didn't want to bring you to the funeral at all but because of his wills you were forced to go" My mother said adding to my dad's words.
"Why would he-" I was about to say until I was cut off by the car stopping and the "welcome come in come in!" That came from a cheerful voice.
"We don't know why he always was crazy" My mom whispered as we had got inside.
We sat down with some random people and a few family members. I didn't really know any of them personally. Just what my parents said about them, if they said anything at all. We were talked to and a people got things like cats, money, vases, paintings. Then it was my turn. What would I get I thought we got there and the guy who had told everyone what they got and gave it to them looked at me confused and asked some questions to identify me. He asked me questions like "How old are you?" "What's your name?" "How where you related to Mr. Smith" And other questions. Soon the man looking shocked handed me-
"A key!?"  Me, my Mother, and my Father had said in unison. The man plopped the key in my hand I felt like the man made a mistake.
"No, no, no, why would Smith give me a key! What does this even go to?!" I said trying to convince this man I wasn't the person to earn the key!
"The will says that a girl named Isabella Stryker would earn the key to his house hold and would own everything inside of it" The man said.
I was in shock I dropped the key causing the last few people if there was any to look over.  Then I heard a man I didn't even know shout
"WHY HER? "
And a following woman shout
"SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THAT KEY! "  I picked up the key and started to cry.  I said to the man
"I'm sorry. I really am so-"
He cut me off
"Don't be sorry hey I'ma be honest I'm a year older and somehow landed a spot to work here. Lucky right? So here have my number we can talk about the 'rules' your uncle set. I hope to talk to you later" He smiled.
"T-Thank you" I smiled and shook his hand.  He came around the desk asking someone to cover him and escorted us out. He asked what school I attended and when I said "straights valley High" He said he was transferring and said that the whole year older thing was really a few months and hoped to see me in some classes. We exchanged goodbyes and my parents gave him a pretty good tip. 
"So... Uh were are we going now?" I asked
"Are you kidding? My daughter just got a god damn mansion! Of course were going to check it out!" My father said excitedly
"I guess we can check it out" My mom responded with a sigh than a giggle "I can't believe he gave you HIS HOUSE" She exclaimed.
"I know right!" I thought he hated me.
We soon made it to the house. It was gorgeous and yet creepy and the same time. I couldn't lay my finger on what made it somewhat scary. We walked in I was so excited I immediately started to take pictures and post them to my social media and sorta brag about it. That wasn't such a good idea and when I had realised what I had done. Everyone.  In. The. School. Say. It.
"Oh no" I said under my breath. Then I heard a noise. I jumped and almost screamed. I say a figure. I say it's just my anxiety getting to me. I decided to leave the photos online and walk away to a different floor of the house. Then it got... Cold? But it's almost summer and it felt like an Unconditioned house in the winter. There was not power anyway. I ignored it and was sweating anyway. We decided that it was time to go home and on my way out something called my name. They said my name in a deep and raspy voice. We got in the car and drove away. I can't stop thinking about the voice.  It's haunting me. I need to go to the house and prove it was just my head, but I'm too scared. I won't go back alone. I refuse.