I glance at my alarm clock, it reads 11:37pm my room is filled with flashing blue and red lights, that reach every corner of my room. I lay calmly in my bed staring up at the lonely star Kacey put up years ago when i was only young .my hands lay on the top of my white duvet moulded in to the shape of my body. No one is in control of my life. Except me. 11:38. 11:39. 11:40. Twenty minutes, twenty minutes of peace. I zone out of the muffled voices of the crowd outside. my home made, half filled cup of apple juice sat beside the clock. You can only be in control of your life fully if you know which second you will die. Mum had no control nor did dad, but i had and i will have control of my own life .
GONE MISSING; That's what they were to the world, but now i had just found them, and with them being missing to the world would be the only way they would be able to stay close and with me. but they didn't mind that ,they always promised how they would be with me if they could, and now we were working together to fulfill their promise .Before the walls of the house echoed by, my comforting whispers that healed my lonely days and now would help them. I always had a soft spot for them, every morning (when they were home )having to wake up early and dressing smartly in their buttoned t-shirts busy, on the phone, laptop PowerPoint's, presentations, promoting and demoting their clients it was too much for them as well as for me. So Sometimes, now they are always here , when I lay mum and dad in bed at night i slide beside them watching their body still, sound and peaceful.
As I lie there I remember the happy days, the ones with Kacey. Kacey would make the best homemade pies on the sunny picnic days ,where the sun would shine through her kitchen window on to her unit and the satisfying sound of the knife slicing the flesh of the fresh juicy apple .She used to cut the apple leaving out the core of it. wasn't that the main bit though? it held the apple together and that's where the source and power was found ;the seeds' didn't know that when i was younger, but know i do. I enjoyed it at kaceys more than anywhere in the world,i loved her and days at her house were the best of all the bad days .
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They're just asleep
Mystery / Thriller"Before the walls of the house echoed by, my comforting whispers that healed my lonely days and now would help them,while they lay still next to me " A snapshot of only the start of an what really is in a psychopaths mind.
