prologue pt 2

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I jumped in my car after changing and made my way to my parents house. Suprisingly there was no traffic on my way there, so I arrived early. Which was okay because I assumed that they would be happy to see me (ya know like parents are ment to!). 

I slowly made my way up the rocky path that leads to their rickety, old front door that has paint peeling off of it in different patches. I rapped on the door and waited.

And waited

I waited for a good ten minuets, until I remembered the spare key that we always hide under the flowerpot with roses inside of it. I struggle to move the large plant pot because I swear it weighed more than I do. 

The key wasn't there ?

That was strange it was always there. Mum and Dad never removed it from under the pot. I scan the garden, the fence and the house for a away to enter. Nothing so I picked up a rock and broke the window that led into the living room.

( yes i know very criminal of me) 

The window shattered and glass flew everywhere, so I had to be careful not to cut myself. I landed on the soft light brown carpet and then slowly rose to my feet. My eyes darted around the room looking for a sign of life. 

Nothing, there was absolutely nothing. No sounds, no movement and no nothing. So I made my way to the kitchen, when I step into the dimly lit room I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Then I hear what sounds like someone choking, I flip the light switch and see my parents choking on their own blood slowly dying. The blood poor out of the deep gashes in their necks. What I have learnt from criminology and biology is that it takes around five minutes to bleed out from a cut to the jugular.

 I turn around to find something to stop the bleeding (like a towel or something similar), but the only thing I see when I turn around is a smug looking boy. He looked to be around my age, he had a lip peircing (A/N I also want a lip peircing ) fluffy curley hair that hung around his face like a halo. He wore black ripped jeans and a Bring Me The Horizon shirt, over the top it he had a black denim jacket, his eyes were electric blue colour. He gestured towards my parents and then walked out of the door.

I turn to look at my parents only to see that they have both gone still and look as if they had stopped breathing. I go to check their pulses and there is nothing, the door behind me is still open so I slowly get to my feet and start to chase after him.

(A/N The game is on Watson !)

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