Hi guys! I'm so excited for this chapter. I wanted to say that this chapter is very detailed.This next part is kinda gory and dark so if at any point you feel uncomfortable you can skip it. Its not horrible but i don't know the age levels of my audience. Also there is a repeat part from the previous flashback chapter. But i thought I'd add it so it would take sense. You can also skip it but it will have added parts and more clarity! Enjoy!
The lights were on but the curtains were drawn. The black cloth that boarded up the window was impossible to see past. Impossible to see what was behind. It lurked at you like a closed wall. Hiding something that drew you in.
There was no time. No time to think, to feel, nor speak.
The door creaked open slowly due to the feeling in her arms being non-existent alone from the pulse of her heart. Storming though her enclosed veins but they felt like imploding.
The presence of the house was enough to make you run out and never come back. But then the thought of never knowing what lies beyond there kept her feet carrying on. Along with the rest of them.
She felt her skin was going to jump out of her body and the thought of 4 other bodys behind her rose chills down her spine. She didn't want them here. She didn't want to bring them into this mess. If anything happened it was her fault. The blood on her hands.
Her eyes traced fast to the red stains that ran across the hallway, like paint splattered carelessly around. They stood out against the white walls. They weren't supposed to be there. They were so finely touched onto the walls. Creating imaginations through the uncanny mess.
Most people would gag and forget their whole plan, but she couldn't even tell her feet to stop walking down the house. She wants to run out that door and forget everything she saw. To curl up in the road and let the rain wash her away.
"Uh Eve I don't think it's safe here lets.."
"No, I need to find my dad" her voice quivered but she shrugged off the hand on her shoulder and paced her feet one in front of the other. Step by step she inches closer.
The stairs were broken, the railing was bent into pieces. Some parts of the wood on the stairs or right where they all stood.
Glass was shattered everywhere, along with books and wallpaper torn from the wall. A hurricane had swept through here and took everything with it.
The door leading to the connected family room and kitchen was closed but the door handle was broken off. The door was shredded into pieces and then glued back together piece by piece, but it was still broken.
What was behind that door wasn't something five sixteen year olds were supposed to see. But the door was like a magnet pulling her closer. Attaching her to it and she let it take her to what horror was behind it.
The rest was a blur,
She opened the door and felt her stomach twist. Her heart dropped and twisted along with her stomach. Her hand reached its way to cover her mouth and her balance toppled over. Leaving her curled up against the wall screaming. She couldn't even hear her screaming but she felt her body crumple away.
Her eyes wandered the room. Furniture was pushed over and even more red paint was brushed against the wall. The air was stuffy and being constantly sucked out of her lungs.
And there he was. The man that would go on bicycle rides with her to take her nerves off of the world. The man that would have tea parties with her while mother was away. The man who would try to cook dinner but would end up burning it. Creating laughters through the house as he rushed to put out the fire.
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