Deadly Sins

Part 9

Hours passed before I moved again. I was crying to the point no tears came out of my eyes. My head was blank. What was I to do? Meet with him? I didn't want to. But he was the only source of information about what happened that one night. Well, besides the hooded man but he never contacted me again. I was scared of Mallard and for some reason, I trusted the hooded man more than Mallard, but I didn't know why. Maybe because Hoody, that's how I called him, didn't threaten me to come to my house. I let out a sigh. I wanted answers, but I was scared of what would happen if I met with Mallard.

After a while, I slowly stood up and went downstairs to the kitchen. It was late in the night and nobody seemed to be awake. I was hoping to see Bernard, but it's past midnight, he was already sleeping in his bedroom upstairs. Everything was quiet. Everything was dark, which I didn't realize at first, because I was able to see as if it was daytime. Getting nearer to the living room, I heard voices and sneaked to the door of the living room to see who it was. When I peaked through the door gap, I was blended by the little golden lamp on the wooden couch table. After my eyes got used to the light again, I saw Harry with Lucia. They were sitting very close to each other and talked. She was smiling a lot and Harry was a little red in the face. I was surprised to see them this familiar with eachother, but it warmed my heart a bit. Seeing Harry this shy and fond with someone made me happy. Still smiling, I sneaked back into the kitchen, leaving them alone. The light in the kitchen was turned on, which made me jump of surprise. "God... You scared me dad!" I felt my heavy heartbeat as I laid my hand on my chest. "You shouldn't be up this late." he simply said whilst going to the fridge.

"I could say the same about you." I mumbled, taking a closer look at him. He had deep bags under his eyes and his face was thinner than usual. "Is everything alright, dad? Are you ill?" I asked, worried about his sick appearance.

"I'm perfectly fine. Go to bed." His harsh voice made me flinch. "You have to get up early. You should get some rest, otherwise you will be tired all day.", he then added, with a softer voice. That was the nicest thing he said to me for a long time. 

"Yes, dad." I answered, with a smile on my face "Perhaps you should try one of Bernard's veggie smoothies to get some vitamins." Dad mumbled something under his breath, but I didn't turn to ask what he said when I left the kitchen to go to bed. Falling in my soft bed made me instantly realize how tired I was. My eye lids felt heavy, my eyes sore from all the crying. It didn't take long to fall asleep, once my eyes were closed.

The next morning I woke up in complete darkness. It was cold and my blanket was missing. Eyerything around me was pitch black. I slowly sat up "I should open the curtains..." I murmured, still half asleep. I flinched, when my feet touched the cold ground. It was not the coldness, that made me startled, but the texture of the ground. I never felt anything like it. It wasn't hard, rather soft, it gave in when I took a step. Strange enough, It made me long to lay down, to become one with the darkness, to leave everything behind. I closed my eyes and tried to fight the feeling to fall on my knees. Where was I? I was certain that I was laying in my bed last night. I opened my eyes again and to my surprise, I was able to see. It looked like my room, but everything was distorted, the furniture was flickering in black flames. Soon I realized, that the coldness came from the flames. My heart was heavily pounding. I touched the flames on my phone and jumped back from the feeling. It was if I absorbed coldness itself and when I looked at my nightstand, my phone was gone. My breath flatened. Looking at my hands I began to shake. Suddenly, the urge of consuming every flame that came in my sight crawled through my skin. I pressed my hands against my chest fighting hard against this horrible, tempting feeling. I closed my eyes, as my breath began to shorten. I just wanted to escape from this strange place. It felt like it had power of me, as if it wanted to consume me as much as I wanted to consume the flames. I didn't dare to open my eyes. Hours felt to have passed, before I heard the familiar voice of chirping birds. I slowly opened my eyes and sunk on my knees in relief. I was in my bedroom again. My heart was still racing and it felt my head was going to explode. Looking at my nightstand I saw the time on my alarm clock. I should have been at work hours ago. "Oh no!" I exclaimed, stumbling on my feet again, rushing to my bathroom.