I'm Not Her

The Murder House

-Lilly-

Today was the day.

The day everything changed.

I chewed on my bottom lip as our car came to a halt in front of a Victorian looking house. I picked at the lint on my shorts while I looked at it. It was beautiful and looked like it had been fixed by the previous owners.
It stood tall, brown colored bricks and many windows made up the facade of it. A black gate prevented people from trespassing but I doubt anyone would try and rob this place.

After all, it was the infamous Murder House. The murder house was known to have been the place of several suicides. My father on the other hand didn't care for the history in the place and bought it.
When my mother died a year ago, everything fell apart. My dad started drinking and having sex with his patients. Of course they weren't really patients, only excuses he told me to get them in his office. I had heard him too many times to know what he was doing. The sad part was that they actually paid him as if they were really there to get help. Who knows, maybe that was their help.
When my mother was still alive it was like a happy family, although my parents still had their fights. I had gotten used to the things that they would shout at each other and wondered why they never got a divorce. I asked my mother once and she said it was because I didn't deserve to pick who I went with and that she loved him. I knew that wasn't love. All my life I had to hear their shouts and fights and blast my music to drown everything out. But despite everything I always held a positive attitude. I never let anything get me down. Or at least that was before my mom died. Before the drinking and sex that my dad has been doing. Now I try to see life in different ways. To understand what we're doing here.
Pushing the car door open, I hopped down letting my feet crunch under the pavement rocks. I walked toward the back of the car to get my backpack. My father was already opening the black gate with a key as I close the door and walk up to him. Walking up the stone path I look at the lawn which is surprisingly green and healthy.
"Beautiful isn't it?" My dad says as he looks back at me. I simply nod not looking at him. I haven't been able to look at him for a long time. I can't even recognize him if I do. He pulls out the key from his pocket to unlock the door. Pushing it open he grabs a few bags he brought with him.
I stepped into the house, my grey converse hitting the dark wood floor and that's when I felt it. Hatred. Sadness. Guilt. Loneliness. Heartache. I dropped the bags feeling the emotions overwhelming me. I gasped feeling my eyes start to tear and soon my vision was watery. Clutching my shirt I took deep breaths.
"Hey sweetheart! Guess what? There's an office to see my patients. I won't have to go to a building now. Isn't that great?" I heard my dad call from inside the house. It seems he had left to look around. I lean against the wooden wall and let out ragged breathes. My dad's footsteps are heard and then I see him. His expensive black polished shoes come into my vision. "Look honey I know this isn't ideal. But this is a fresh start so get your bags and go choose a room the moving people will be here in an hour." He says sternly. I snap my head at him and once I do, I find myself with a stranger. I only shake my head disappointed and get my bags running up the stairs.
I look through the bed rooms one by one feeling the energy. My grandmother used to be a Seer. Someone who could see the past of others dead or alive. She helped many people move on. It skipped my mother and I was both blessed and cursed with the powers. I could feel the energy and boy did this house have energy. It was all negative and so, so sad. It made me feel depressed but I knew I wasn't. I could change whatever happened here. Or at least I was going to try.
I mind aimlessly through the halls looking at each bedroom trying to find one I like. This house is quite big and it's very taken care of. I stopped feeling a an energy full of so much loneliness. I frown following it. I stop in front of a door, I hesitate slowly reaching for the knob. I turn it slowly feeling my breathe stop, opening it I find myself in a large bedroom. It was dark and had old furniture. A queen size bed on an old metal dirty gold frame, a dark brown nightstand, dark brown desk, and a dark brown wardrobe. I stepped inside letting the energy surround me. I chewed on the inside of my lip letting my eyes inspect what needed to be changed. I saw a window facing the street and as I got closer I felt the nice cool breeze brush against my face. I smiled leaning against the window frame with my arms and sticking my head out closing my eyes. 'Maybe this place won't be so bad' I thought feeling the sun against my skin.
"Welcome to the Murder House." Someone said behind me. I gasped pulling my head back making it hit against the window.
"Ow fuck!" I cursed taking my hat off and rubbing the place where the injury was while turing around.
What I saw next was something I didn't think if ever see.

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Hope you liked it! I know it's not great but I'll get better as I continue :)