Part 3

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by AriRiri5

by AriRiri5

Chapter 7; Resolution — Hannah

This is bad. Very very very bad. Two officers ran off to get backup and I heard that the other three go injured badly. Oh Noah...What are you doing... I thought to myself hiding behind the front door.

"OH MY DARLING HANNAH, HAVE YOU SEEN MY MEDICATION?!" I heard Noah howl from the downstairs. He was coming up, coming up to end me. I needed to do something. I ran to the basement door and swung it open shutting my eyes.

"NOAH LISTEN TO ME!!!" I screamed my eyes shut tight. I felt tears flooding trying to break free, I was shaking. I fell down on my knees and looks down on the floor. "Mya...She's gone. She's never going to come back—"

"I KNOW YOU STUPID BITCH!!" He roared before I could finish. I looked up at him my eyes filled with regret, anger, sadness, but most of all pure fury. I stood back up, holding the doorframe for support.

"You never loved her—"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!!!!!" I screamed covering my ears.

Silence.

"Do you really think...Our Mya could just be...Replaced? Is that all she was to you? Thinking just because some child looks like her that she can just take our Mya's place?!" I looked at him in the eyes, walking down the stairs my fists balled up, eyes bloodshot red. I looked up at him. "Mya should be in here—" I punched his chest with everything I had in me. "In here...She doesn't need to be...Out here..." I whispered punching his chest feeling my voice crack. I fell down to my knees, my vision getting tunnelled.

"GET DOWN NOW!!!!"

Bang.

I looked up at Noah frozen. Palm on his chest, velvet pooling out.

Everything went black.

Chapter 8; Redemption — Noah

I felt the cold before I saw the light. The trail of icy air along my arms and neck made me catch my breath. I blinked and immediately squinted.

The air smelled too clean, and the lights were too bright. And somehow, it was as loud as the city streets here, wherever here was.

The blinds were drawn and all the walls looked the same. Laughter bounced off of plastic sheets and down the hall. I was still dressed in my usual clothes. The combination of blues and whites, along with the smell of medicine in the air made it clearer to me that I was in some sort of hospital.

I followed the laughter down the hall, my bare feet cold against the tiles. It was a room with hospital beds all neatly in a line. Under the glaring artificial light, children in hospital clothes were laughing and playing together with toys. A nurse stood in one corner, watching over them.

I felt my own eyes crinkle at the sight. After losing so much, were they still happy? Had they allowed themselves to be happy?

Perhaps it was best to remain a child. What was the point of growing old if I still couldn't confront the monster under my bed?

I entered the room. The nurse didn't stop me as I knelt by the children and joined them in their play.

I never saw Hannah or Sarah after that day.

I didn't care.

I learned to let go.

END