Waiting for my mate...

Chapter 17

Layla's point of view

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I woke up in the same bed I had slept in last night. The place was empty. I stood upand I felt nothing could possibly hit me,... which meant,.. Something was about to hit me. I looked around,.. Was this the place I had slept last night?

I looked in the mirror on the wall...

'Wow.' I made out and touched my skin. I was underweight. But I knew that. It was just...

Wow... I could see myself fall in love with myself... I looked around. I smiled. I was way too thin, but my skin was... incredible. I felt like hugging myself. It was warm in the room. I focussed on myself again. I came closer to the mirror. I felt something underneath my hand. I looked at them. I saw make-up all over the boudoir. I frowned...

How could it be that I didn't notice this before? I felt so slow... Like slow in realizing shit...

Wait... I knew this room, it wasn't the room I had slept in before... well I had slept in this room before, but... This was Katy's room.

Could this be a dream? Maybe Katy was down stairs and just watching the breakfast news with her parents... yeah... But that meant that Aron was my boyfriend and my parents lived.

It felt like something in my head screamed at me. The name of Aron was not something positive. I walked out of the room. I listened carefully for any sounds. It was pretty dark on my way to the stairs. The must be moving or something... Some of the wooden floors were almost kicked out. I didn't really know what to think, but something told me that everything I just assumed as a dream was not a dream.

I walked downstairs and it got worse. There were holes in some of the staircases. I couldn't have seen them from the point I had standed a minute ago, but it was a miracle that I didn't fall of the stairs. There were open spots in the walls. 

I saw some picture frames on the floor. The pictures were old... It were family pictures. Well,... I recognized Katy's mom in one of the pictures as a 16 year old schoolgirl.

I was in Katy's house.

I walked to the kitchen to find bloodstains... Why was there no police?! No Ambulance?! No people?!

I looked outside... The neighborehood was left behind... Looking at the other houses, it looked like the same thing happened. I slicked. Okay,.. Katy lived far from the city at least a 45 minute drive.

I didn't want to leave this place. What if the things that did this damage hadn't left yet?

Why was everything, but Katy's room a mess? Why was I here? I looked at the clock, but it had stopped running. That's weird... I grabbed the clock. I opened the little box, the batteries should be put in to. There was a folded paper in it. Why did I know something was in the clock?! Why did I notice the clock in an instant second and didn't notice the make-up on her boudoir?!

I heard voices.

I had to go! People!

No!

No?

I couldn't move my feet.

What?!

I felt an unexplainable feeling,... like something was communicating with me... just... it was all in my mind... Like... another person. A sort conscience... I slicked.

'I have no idea why we still come here! I don't smell human or dog! Aron better have a reason why we're still searching this place.' I heard a deep voice say. Aron?!