(Y/n)'s POV
I awoke to the sun shining into my eyes. I groaned a covered my face with the pillow. The sun was vicious first thing in the morning. I waited a few minutes before slowly moving and standing up, throwing my pillow back onto my bed.
I did my morning routine and walked downstairs, now dressed in a pair of jeans and my (f/b) t-shirt. I yawned as i walked to the kitchen, seeing my mom cooking and my dad at the table reading the newspaper, very old-fashioned. I smiled softly and sat down at the seat to his right. "Morning Kiddo." My father says without looking up from his paper.
"Morning dad." I say as my mom puts down a glass of juice in front of me before kissing my head and going back to cooking. I take a sip of my juice. "What were you doing up at 2 am this morning dad?" I ask in between a sip. My dad gave me a puzzled look and i could hear my mom slightly turn.
"What do you mean kiddo?" He says with a head tilt. I look up at him. "You tucked me in last night at 2 am. I fell asleep at my window and felt you move me?" I spoke with a soft and confused tone. My father looked at my mom, expecting her to say maybe she moved me, i looked over at her too. "I didnt move you dear." She said calmly, but i could see the worry on her face.
I freeze for a second and think, staring down at the table. "M-maybe I woke up and walked to my bed. I was probably still half asleep so i dont remember." I say, trying to not sound freaked out. I smiled at them. "I probably just dreamt it." My parents glanced at each other, worriedly. My mom then set the plates out with food and she sat down.
We ate breakfast in silence.
After breakfast, i made my way back up to my room. There was a sudden breeze that shocked me. I looked to my window.
It was open... I could have sworn that i closed it. Anxiety coursed through my body. Maybe i opened it and forgot. I quickly walked to it and shut it. I sat down on the bench and put my hand to my head. "Im losing it." I whisper to myself. Just then i look up and see a note on my nightstand. Curious, i stand up and hesitantly walk to it. I shakily pick up the note and my stomach drops.
Your very peaceful when you sleep.
See you soon...I felt myself grow sick and i drop the note, stumbling onto my bed. Who wrote this? My mind raced but then. Two familiar figures popped into my head.
The two men from that night.
They broke into my house. One of them moved me to my bed. But... why didnt they kill me like my neighbor? Or my parents? My head began to throb.
I should tell my parents. But something stopped me from yelling for them or getting up and showing them the note. For some reason, my body didnt want to. I know i should. But wouldnt it stop me from getting my answers? I stared at the note on the floor. The writing looked scratchy and rushed. The ink was a deep red. There was no name or any indication from who or where it came from.
I spent most the day thinking about the letter and the men from the other night. Which one wrote the note? Which one.. tucked me in? I looked at my bed. I felt uneasy. I decided to spend the rest of the day and evening downstairs watching tv with my mom and dad. It kept my mind off of the whole letter thing. I couldnt tell them what happened...
~Time Skip~
It was around midnight, my parents had just gone to bed and i was cleaning up a bit before going up to my room. Mainly cause i wasnt ready to go back in there. There wasnt much to clean, i just needed to do a few dishes.
Once i finished, i slowly made my way to my room. Trying not to rush as i still wasnt mentally ready. I decided i was gonna stay up all night and wait. Try to see if they come back. If they did... i dont know what i would do. Maybe yell for my dad? Or try to get answers? To be honest, i wasnt sure at all what i would do. I didnt know how to handle this situation.
I snapped out of my thoughts when i reached my door. It was closed. I thought i left it cracked. Maybe the a/c closed it. Sighing, i opened my door and walked in, flipping the light on. I shut and locked my door before flopping on my bed. What i wouldnt give to be back in California. To be back in my apartment in Downtown LA. Going to my old school. Seeing my old friends. Before the... incident... I sighed. If only it never happened. None of this would have ever happened if my dad had just...
SLAM
I jumped up. "What the fu-?" I get cut off by my mother screaming my name. I immediately run out of my and down the hall to my parents room, the door was cracked and the light was on. My heart was pounding, my blood felt cold and my ears were ringing. Anxiety strangled me and cut my breath short. I slammed into the door and froze.
There on the floor lay my father and mother, covered in blood. My whole body locked up as i felt tears sting my eyes. "M-mom...? D-dad..?" I choke out. My father had a knife lodged in his chest and his throat was slit. His face frozen in shock, his eyes were dull and lifeless. I shakily looked at my mother, i felt the tears falling as i stared at her. She had been slashed to ribbons, her face permanently frozen in terror. Her mouth gaping and her eyes... i felt sick. I couldnt stand seeing her like this. I could feel my knees grow weak. "Mom..." i choke, hoping for a response that i was never gonna get.
I wanted to scream, cry. Hug her. Beg for them to come back. But my body stayed rooted to the spot. I tried to speak again but something hard hit my head. I hit the ground hard.
Slightly turning my head to see none other than the two men... my visioned wavered. I felt my chest burn. The white one gave me his creepy smile before saying something to the blue masked one. I couldnt hear through my ears ringing. Suddenly the blue one raised his foot and slammed it straight at my head then...
Darkness
A/N: Okay. So im REALLY proud of this. It hurt me to write it. It tugged so many of my heart strings and i really hoped you enjoyed it. Im so sorry that it took so long to update but i just started working this week. I promise i will answer when i can. I may write while im at work, or days off. I currently have weekends off so i will most like update Friday nights, Saturdays or Sundays. Im sorry i dont have a schedule yet but im working in it. Anyways, i hope you enjoyed this chapter. See you soon...
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