Chapter 15

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   Mary's POV

           I was right, they were my parents. Their bodies are torn  apart, and spilling blood all over the floor. My hands began to tremble, then I collapsed on the floor. I didn't care about the blood soaking in my shirt. I lost everything, nothing matters now.  And there's one person who can do this, Chris, no, Chris's father. Tears began pouring out, I grabbed the phone with my shaky hands and dialled 911. In no time, the ambulance came and carried my parents to the hospital.

I lost all my strength, and all I have now is Thomas. I crawled to my bag with my last breath and dialled Thomas's number. " Hey...."I said sounding trembled, " Hey Mary, sup?" he replied. " Seems like you are out of the situation, mom and dad is dead, and I know you are my brother and everything about the curse, there is only you and me now," I tried to keep my tone calm cuz I know if I get out of control I might have a heart attack. "Mary, what kind of joke is it you are playing on me, and I am your brother...how!!?" he sound shocked. "Thomas Gladstone, I am not joking, they are dead, I saw them with by eyes, now there's only you and me now. " I whispered. "I will be right there," he said quickly and hung up. 

I layed on the couch and stare blankly at the ceiling, suddenly someone came in with a loud thud since I didn't have the strength to even close the door. I didn't care who it is, a murderer? I hope so, then he would end my life as I wish now. But it was Thomas, he stormed in and looked at me. He tried to shake me but I am too tired to talk."Mary Gladstone!!!!" he screamed at my face. " What..." I whispered." We are leaving, right now, it's not safe here, so now, get up!" he said. I blinked and continue to stare up, I really have no strength to walk or do anything, all I want now is to die. I think Thomas understood me since he picked me up in bridal style put me in the passenger seat. I stared at the scenary in front of me, till I see the highway that seems to have no end, wondering where we are going, to hell perhaps.

           

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