School Of The Unsolved

Darling

I felt my heart stop at that very moment. Every piece of the puzzle and now it was just up to us to figure out a way to tell the story. I didn't think that would be possible. I didn't think anything was possible sr this point. I felt like I had lost everything. Even my own parents. All to his hotel. I had been so wrong about this place. Blair had been right to want to stay as far away as possible. That didn't change anything. the moment our parents stepped into this place that was already over. They were already gone.

home was the only time where we could truly see it. It was the only place that held all of there secrets. It was everything. It was the second-worst time of my life. The first one was now. Now I had been watching my parents try to perform a ritual on my sister's first love. I knew things were bad but there wasn't even a word to explain what was happening in front of me.

"its all lies, darling," my mother said as she picked herself up from the floor. She must be thought things were going to be easy. She must have thought we were just going to trust her and run into her arms. She must've thought we were still small kids running from the boogie monster. She was wrong. She was the monster this time. They all were.

"yes, son things aren't as bad as they seem. You don't need to trouble yourself. Your a strong boy" my sad said softly as he tried to get closer. those were the words that hurt me. My whole life I was never strong but now that he planned on murdering me I was. Sadly he was right. I was tough. I was much stronger then she could comprehend.

"your right," I said as my feelings took over. I couldn't control the fire inside. Even if it was going to get me killed. My feet repeatedly hit the floor as I got closer to my dad.

"that's my boy," he said with a laugh "it took to long enough." My eyes began to water from pure anger. I just needed to hurt him. I could hold back anymore. I launched my body at the man at every bad thing he did to me replayed in the back of my mind. The couple stepped back and watched closely.

My dad fell to the ground and I knew everyone else needed to move now. The man began to pick himself up but I had already beat him to it. I needed to be smart. I reached into my back pocket and opened up The pocket knife I had gotten once everyone was done cutting themselves out.

I forced the knife into my dad's right calf. I knew that would buy us time. At least enough to start running.

I jumped off the ground and began to head to the stage that hadn't been so far in front of us.

"you're about to be sacrificed," Blair said as she took half-asleep dean's hand and began pulling him towards the stage where almost all of our group had been.

I turned around to get a glimpse at both of my parents preparing to attack. I knew I need to move fast. Once they started running it would be a different story. We needed to get away now. The three of us began to pick up our pace as the rest waited for us at the stage.

"is this crap like an initiation?" Dean asked as we heard up the stairs of the stage. That was the main thought running through my head. The actual killers of the group didn't do anything except standing there and judge our parents. It didn't even come sense why they would want to do it.

My parents had never been bad people. They always treated us right growing up. As we got older things got harder. They started to fall apart and it was obvious. At this point, it seemed like this hotel was the only thing keeping them together. The only thing that could revive what they had.

"We really met our makers," I said as I began to run with the rest of the group "literally". I felt so stupid. Everything had been right in front of us and not one of us could figure it out. The changes, the crying, all of it was for this exact reason. For this exact night.

"there getting closer," Dean said as we all tried to move our already out of breath bodies faster.

"Running doesn't always work," said an unknown voice from behind. All of our heads shot back. In hopes, it wasn't a murderer or an evil ghost.

My eyes fell on an averaged hight boy with long brown hair and sad eyes. He looked like he didn't want to be there. I mean we all didn't want to be there but we had a will to live. He didn't. He looked like he had lost all hope.

"come with me," he said as he began to walk down a hall we hadn't even noticed. "just move quickly and quietly."

We quickly walked down the hall turning back to see who was there every second. We didn't want to waste time. This boy had been taking his sweet time.

"there are secret places all over this place. It's easy to hide in. Outside not so much" The boy said as he turned to Blair who had already been eyeing him in confusion. I knew they had both known each other. Probably well. "turn," he said as he walked right threw a closet door.

That was all I needed to know to see why Blair was confused. He was a ghost. That wasn't a very good thing.

We all looked at each other before going into the closet. We didn't have much of a choice.

We needed to live.