Dark Menace

Cold Blood

THE HOWLING COLD WIND smacked roughly against my thin layered clothing, instantly sending a frigid and unsettling chill down my spine, as I tightly clenched my small body while quickly approaching my car. I swiftly turned my head behind me, staring boldly at the house that unfortunately brought me nothing other than unremarkable fear and bitter darkness to my miserable life.

The permanent, yet dreadful scars inside my body that I know will never ever get a chance to heal because of the raucous pain that I endured as a child. The thick and corrupted lies that tore and shattered so many hearts, I was afraid of severely cutting myself with the remaining broken pieces, that still somehow manage to hold onto with what is left in this horrendous nightmare.

I dived right into the driver's seat, slamming the door with much force than I intended to, and locked the doors. Due to the drastic change of weather now that the fall has officially arrived, I shivered rapidly in my seat, desperately trying to warm myself up as I turned the car on. Immediately the engine came to life, intentionally murdering the raw dead silence surrounding me like there was nothing attached on this chaotic planet but me and this car......and that house.

I suddenly gripped with intense aggression at the rusty metal steering wheel while staring straight ahead at the gray Buick, purposely letting my knuckles slowly turn white like snow with just a couple of red spots that marked my blood circulation. Recalling my 'dramatic' storm out from the front door just a few minutes ago, raised my adrenaline higher than it normally was. I was sad, angry, frustrated. Tired of being at fault for something that I knew wasn't my fault at all.

Why do I feel so guilty though?

"I did nothing wrong." I shakily whispered to myself, dropping my head in defeat. Of course, I was allowing my emotions to get the best of me right now, which is something I normally wouldn't do, but I couldn't bare any of it anymore. My entire family is against me because of what happened. Remorsefully, they've basically cut me out of their lives, and sadly I'm always the one to find the courtesy and drag myself right back into their arms just so that I could feel the tiniest crumble of closure. I didn't deserve to be shut out and completely ignored by my own blood. I deserved to live the life I want, just like everyone claims to be doing.

"I deserve everything." I sniffed, silently whispering to myself once again. I brought my head up, noticing in the mirror that my face was flushed red from the sorrowful tears that I wished to drown in.

"You deserve nothing." I heard a deep voice chuckle from the right side of me. I frighteningly jumped in my seat, snapping my head over into the direction of the passenger's seat where the voice mysteriously came from.