Allison Argent Again

Chapter 32

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. I hear the sound of water leaks in the basement but there isn't any water. That's when I realized that it wasn't a water leak, but he cries of those captive. The tears of those captured by Allison. I walk past old medicine shelves and the sound gets louder. DRIP. drip. DRIP. Dri... It seams to fade away for a moment. My foot suddenly feels very cold and my other foot steps down with a splash. I look at my feet but what I saw was not my feet. Not water from tears either. It was red. A deep odorless, red puddle. DRIP. DRIP. I hear the noise of- blood drip into the water. "No. No. No." I whisper slowly. I close my eyes and clench my fist. "On three. One, two-" I look up very slowly. Oh my god. "No, no" I say to myself. I turn around and bend over to gag. "some things you just can't unsee." I remember my mom saying to me. She was a police officer and often inspected murder cases. I always wanted to go to one of the scenes but she never let me. She told me that "something's you just can't unsee." Then, she would kiss my forehead and grab her coat, her keys, her phone, and a gun. Then leave. Often I would sit on the couch and turn on channel 6 news but once I followed her. I grabbed my bike and rode on the sidewalk behind her car, I had laughed at the fact that she didn't see me. My mom was going to a murder site 3 blocks down from our house, a man had stabbed someone. Of course, I didn't think it would be very bad. As my mom pulled into the mans driveway I dropped my bike and hid by the neighbors fence. I watched my mom go inside the building. Then, I snuck into the backyard. As I recall they were still in search of the murderer. The minute I put my foot on the patio, I was able to see inside where the victim was laying, lifeless. I nearly gagged. The man had flat brown hair with a little wave here and there. His lips were a blue color and he obviously was not breathing. I'm not going to describe his chest. It is too harsh, even for me to picture. I remember suddenly feeling cold hands on my shoulder in a tight grip. I thought it was my mom but it wasn't. This person was dragging me into the woods behind the house. I tried to scream but a cold hand covered my mouth, a hand that tasted like blood. I had known right there it was he murderer. You know that feeling you get in your chest and the pit you get in your stomach when your sleeping and in a dream you fall. Where your stomach drops? Well that's how I felt but worse, like I was falling, not off a chair, but off a cliff.
"This is the end princess." He whispers. His breath smelled like tobacco and alcohol. He had slick black hair and a nose, almost like the guy from the movie "Up". Right as he was about to drag me just enough into the woods where no one could see us my mom darts out the back door with pepper spray, a gun, handcuff, and the whole package on her belt. I was shocked, she usually didn't have all of that.
"PUT THE GIRL DOWN!" She says, holding a can of pepper spray. I feel his grip loosen. Then he runs into the woods and my mom picks up a quick sprint and ran past me. Maybe she didn't recognize me. I got up right away and ran home. That man that I saw dead was nothing compared to this and this time. I didn't have my mom to save me.