Past Your Bedtime, Eva

Three.

I'm ill af and I was taken out of school today so I decided to write. You're welcome hoes...

"Where's mother and dad?" I asked Quinn as I sat down by the kitchen island.

"They've gone to Aunt Leah and Jo's wedding, remember?" She told me, taking a bite from the apple. "They're back tomorrow in the after, meanwhile, I'm going to throw a party." She smirked.

"Quinn, you're a 23 year old 'woman' who still lives at home. Move out, live a little!" I suggested.

"And that's what I'm doing by throwing this party." Quinn argued. I sighed, giving up in the disagreement. "I'm off to get party stuff."

"Party stuff?" I giggled. "What is this? A six year olds princess party? I know that party stuff is booze, Quinn. My ears are not virgin." I smirked at her.

She scoffed before grabbing her car keys. "I'll be back soon, don't do anything I wouldn't do." She said before leaving.

I sighed, running up to my room. I switched my light on to see a little girl facing the wall, away from me. I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion.

"Excuse me?" I asked staying in my position. "Are you lost?" I took two steps towards her, hoping she'd turn around or at least say something.

As I got closer, I heard her hum a soft tune of Rock-a-bye-baby. "Hello?" I touched her shoulder and she turned around slowly.

My breath hitched as I realised her skin was as cold as ice, there were dark pits where her eyes were supposed to be and her pale cheeks were stained with blood tears.

I immediately removed my hand from her and she let out a small whimper. "Don't be afraid," She whispered to me. "I'm here to warn you."

"About what?" I asked, backing away slowly, but surely.

"Harriet," She cried. "H-he was a family friend," The little girl took a step closer. "H-have you seen my eye-e's?" She asked.

I shook my head at her sweetness. "He still has them?" She pouted, referring to him as Harriet. "I-I have to go now." She cried once more before turning around.

She stood up on my window sill and opened it. I raised an eyebrow at her at confusion at what she was doing. She turned here head to face me, quickly flashing a toothless smile.

I then realised she was about to jump from the top window. I grabbed the back of her bloody dress before her smile dropped and fangs filled her mouth.

Her dark sockets were soon filled with a read glowing light. Her sharp nails clawed my hand, scratch mark filling my hand.

The demonic girl then took a step back, but tripped over the window sill sending her over the edge of her it. A piece of her dress tore as she screamed out the window.

I looked at the piece of material that I had torn from her. On the blood socked cloth was written the words RUN EVA.

Suddenly, the front door was unlocked and the sound of ruffling bags were heard from downstairs. "I'm home, Eva!" Quinn shouted. "Come help me set up!"

I run down the stairs, trying to escape the memory of something that had happened a minute before. "What's a matter?" She asked. "Looks like you've seem a ghost." She chuckled.

"If only you knew." I mumbled to myself, Quinn just shrugged it off. It was about a half an hour before all the alcohol was set up.

"Oh my god Quinnie!" Sophie, one of Quinn's best friend, pushed me out the way as I opened the door, "I bought make-up and outfits!" She squealed.

I rolled my eyes before slamming the front door behind her at her over 'excitement' towards the whole party idea. "Oh Eva," Sophie mumbled. "You're here."

"Yes, Hoe-phie because I live here." I bit back.

"Did you call me Hoe-phie?" She sounded offended.

"No." I bit back my laughter before jogging up the stairs. I put on some grey jogging bottoms and a white vest top because I had no intention of leaving my room for the whole night.

"Soph," Quinn whined. "That was a little mean."

"She's the psycho, not me." Sophie snapped at my sister.

"Whatever," I could literally hear Quinn rolling her eyes. "Let's just go get ready." Was all that Quinn said before they went trudging up stairs.

"A party, eh?" A cold breath hit the back of my neck. I turned around automatically going to slap the stranger behind me. "Don't slap me, sweety." Harriet grabbed my hands.

"I do not like being slapped." He growled, twisting my hands slightly. I whimpered as pain flushed through my arms.

"Please let go Harriet." I hissed in pain as he clutched tighter around my wrist.

"Fine, but I'll be back Evangeline." He stroked my cheek.

"It's Eva." I mumbled quietly as he vanished into the air.

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Hey guiseeeeee,
This was a chapter filler because I had to introduce Sophie but, HOLLAR THERE IS GOING TO BE A DRAMAAAHHHH NEXT CHAPTER SO BE EXCITED MY HOES.

stay gucci
-mickey.