The Girl At His Door [Parts I & II]

Chapter-21

ANGELOS POV.

"Come on Angelo, they won't let you stay here forever."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I looked around the dim room.

"Everyone is gone. It's time to leave." Dad tried to nudge me towards the door.

"Where did everyone go?"

He gave me a sad look.

What is happening?

"I'm sure you can visit the cemetery tomorrow."

Cemetery?

"Dad, why the hell would I go to a cemetery?"

"Look son, I know losing a child is not easy bu-,"

"I didn't lose a child."

He stopped, and turned towards the almost pitch black part of the room.

Following his gaze, I began to walk in that direction.

The closer I got, the more visible things became.

"Mercury?" I tried to nudge her awake.

She was pale.

Too pale.

She was wearing a crisp white dress.

Her arms were covered in purple bruises, and she had blood trickling from the side of her mouth.

  Her left side held a small red stain, which began to grow.

It was then I noticed that we were wearing black.

This isn't right.

"She's not dead." I told my father.

He just stood there, staring at her.

"Angelo."

"She's not dead!" I repeated again.

"Angelo."

"She's still alive!" I yelled as I felt my lungs begin to constrict.

I looked back down at her.

But she was gone.

"Mercury!"

"Angelo."

I turned to my father.

"What the hell did you do with her?!"

"Angelo!"

My breathing became increasingly worse.

"Wake up!"

My eyes widened as I looked up at my mother, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

I was dripping with sweat, and I felt as if I was just hit by a bus.

"W-what is-," why the hell cant I finish a sentence?

"I-I think you were having a panic attack in your sleep."

    "I'm fine." I brushed, well at least I tried to brush my mothers hands off of me.

  "Angelo, you know this whole not sleeping for days thing isn't healthy." She fussed at me.