The Fall Of An Angel

Chapter 3: Where's my Whiskey?

"Jason what the hel-" before I could finish he lightly put his finger on my lips and whispered in my ear "shhh....He Hears... and sees.....ALL!"

On a normal day I would've slapped the shit out him, laugh, then ask if he was high but today was far from normal so I just stared at him concerned while he stared back creepily. I left quickly hoping Sarah was home because I was tired of this bullshit I wanted answers.

As I walked down the street I could feel Jason staring at me, I looked back a few times but mostly kept walking straight just in case this man Jason and Sarah talk about was actually watching me. 

I let out an almost inaudible chuckle as I thought to my self what the literal shit is going on right now as I turned the corner. My sister might be a killer, there is a shadow man thing which I'm not completely sure is real or a hallucination and Jason might involved in all of this bullshit.  

I stopped dead in my tracks when I remembered what my sister said "he will pretend to be your friend, he will betray you" 

What if Jason was this man? Going to the address he gave me is risky. I am not about to be kidnapped or some shit like that! I thought to myself, but I'm too curious to just stay what if he actually had valuable information on my sister? Am I really thinking of risking my life for answers?....maybe

 Part of me was convinced this was a dream or that I drank something the wasn't right. One minute I'm playing truth or dare then the next minute I'm trying to decide if Sarah was capable of killing someone or not.

 I just couldn't see it, she was the type to see a spider and instead of killing it would capture them feed them and let them go claiming "they had familied to go home too" it was literally an insect. It goes to show her kindness went beyond mankind.

 She couldn't have done this she was too nice but then I thought back to truth or dare, her whole personality changed as soon as I mentioned the Fridays she became really defensive, like she had something to hide. I thought to myself I knew she couldn't be that perfect, no one is. I am going find out what's going and tried not to get killed while doing it

Sooner or later I got home still dumbfounded by the day I had. The first thing I did was look around to see if Sarah was here, she wasn't, I dropped into the couch exhausted and baffled. My mom wasn't home, she is probably hooking with another drug addict at some crusty motel, at this point I really couldn't care less.

I was sleep-deprived, coffee couldn't fix this one I needed a good hibernation. I tried really hard to but it was difficult since my head was bouncing all over the place still confused. Reality hadn't set in properly yet.

I looked to my side in frustration to see my mother's half-empty bottle of whiskey. I needed a break and that bottle was the closet thing to one. I chugged it down like there was no tomorrow, it burned but it was a good burn. 

It didn't take long for me to achieve the level of drowsiness I needed, I barely staggered to my room and plopped on to my bed nearly falling to the floor and then I quickly blacked out.

I was suddenly awoken with the slam of a door my head was banging but not enough that I couldn't stand.

It was silent for a moment before I heard a glass drop.

"SHAY WHERE IS MY WHISKEY?!" my mother shouted, my eyes widened shit, shit, shit she is going to kill me.  I was too scared to answer but then I heard her heavy foot dragged against the hallway floorboards, she staggered for she was drunker than me. She kicked open my door and shouted "YOU LITTLE SHIT DID YOU DRINK IT?" she slurred her words a little bit and could barely keep her head on her neck.