𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖞 |•18+|

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CHAPTER TWO
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Have you ever had the feeling that when you say something you feel guilty, not because it's mean but because you know deep down that you personally don't mean it.
Maybe it's just me,  Maybe I'm just over thinking it... I over think a lot of things.Anyway, I felt the same way once.

That's how it was when someone—anyone even, asked me when I was going home, or where my home was, just anything about MY home. I instantly thought, "home? Where could that be, sounds nice?"

A house and a home are two completely different things. A home, a place you feel welcomed and loved but mostly where you feel safe. A house, simply just a place to live at— it's not a home but maybes someone's Hell, Like mine was.

After some time of slow and quiet steps I stood directly in front of the door to my childhood house. It was normal, just a brick house with a wooden door—but it's was nothing but normal when the doors closed.

"Come on, you can do this! Move your flipping feet bitch!" I whisper-yelled to myself in hopes I could boost my confidence.

Here I am, I'm right here, in this town that I sworn I would never come back to. I know something bad will happen, it always does but I only dread it when it comes.

After a few minutes I let out a long breathe I didn't know I was holding up until now. I bit my lip and tapped my food against the floor and finally pushed myself forward.

"Here goes nothing," I twisted the knob and I heard a horrific cricking sound coming from the door. I jumped slightly thinking it was something malevolent but it wasn't.

One step...two steps...three steps...four steps...five steps...six steps...seven steps... Red dot, blue dot... one thot two thot...

"Home, sweet home," I mumbled to myself. Why am I even here? There is no reason to come back—so why do I feel this strong urge to be here Besides my mothers death?

I'm not sure but it's as if something... important is about to happen here. So important in fact I feel something weird; well to be honest weird is your average here in Hemlock Grove.

Come one DeshayLeigh, focus! After all this house now belongs to me. Another plus of my mother dying.

One step after another led me to the basement door. This room is where I was kept as a small child. They thought I was a disgrace, and a mistake. what for? I don't know maybe they wasn't prepared to have a kid—I don't know but if that was the case they should've decided on a handjob or something besides sticking it in— off topic, sorry!

I finally push myself forward and open the door feeling as if something bad would happen I squint my eyes and prepared of impact that never came.

My eyes flutter open to find the place a complete mess and dusty. It looks like it did when I left, but a few things were placed in different spots And a vase was shattered on the floor.

Suddenly, my body reacted for an odd reason. I started to hyperventilate and panic. What was happening? Why?
I can't do this, I walked out of the room and continued until I was outside again.

Iv Only been here for a couple hours and it already feels off, more off than it used to be. I reach into my pocket and pull out a cigarette and brought it to my lips. My gaze seemed to not look anywhere in peculiar but away from the house. I felt around into my pockets for a lighter and found it.