My Light in the Darkness

Horror

My feet collided with the pavement quickly and lightly. I tried to remember every turn we took, every little detail about the road I was on. It wouldn't be hard to get back if I needed, but I still wanted to make sure I could get back. I figured it was about four more miles to aunties house, but the closer I got, the more uneasy I became. I pushed away the feeling and continued.

As I rounded the corner of my block, I almost fell backwards. My house, the place thats been my safe haven for the past four or so years, was infront of me. The windows were smashed in, the door smashed off the hinges.

I didn't want to walk in. I didn't want to know what waited for me when I stepped through the threshold. An X marked the outside wall, something I've only heard of, but I didn't know what it meant.

My knees felt weak, my mouth was dry and my throat felt like it was swelling up. Out of instinct, my hands moved to clasp around it,trying to rid myself of the feeling.

I looked around for a few more minutes before gathering my courage to walk up to the house. As my feet touched the walk way, I already wanted to turn around. I wanted to run back to the camp, I wanted to hold Reese in my arms, I wanted Corbyn to tell me everything was going to be okay, I wanted Zach to give me his hard look, but let me catch his soft eyes. I wanted to remain oblivious to what laid inside.

My feet pulled my body across the yard anyways.

I stepped over the remains of the door, careful not to catch myself on anything.

The house was trashed. Nothing was left untouched.

I first walked into the kitchen. Broken plates littered the floor, family pictures burned and scattered. I didn't want to acknowledge the bloody footprints leading into the living room.

I walked on nonetheless. I went to the bathrooms where the mirrors were smashed, things torn out from the cupboards, the shower curtain ripped down from its bar. Why would they ransak a bathroom?

I kept going. My breathing was shallow as I walked through. I made it to mine and Gabby's bedroom. There, the beds were turned upside down, our clothes torn from our closet, her guitar was smashed into peices, and our drawers ripped out of the dressers.

In an instant, I scavenged for my backpack. Once I found it, I began packing. I only grabbed essentials. Some pants, tank tops, sweater, and weapons. When I was satisfied with what I gathered, I was on my way out of my room. Before I walked out, I turned to take one last look.

I couldn't resist the tears that wanted to fall. I could try to hold them back, but when my foot crushed down on a family photo, they wouldn't be held captive any longer.

I grabbed the picture, stuffing it in my shirt. I walked out of the room and down the hall. I tried my best to ignore the living room. I didn't ignore the warning shots in my head, but when I passed the doorway, I coudln't help but look in.

I should have kept walking.

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Ooooooo what's in the living room??