Not Born for This World

Chapter 5

I woke up startled,sweating profusely. I must have been having a nightmare . Checking my phone,I noticed it was around 3a.m .Seeing that Fiesta wasn't in bed with me, I got out of bed,and headed downstairs in search of Fiesta and also for a glass of milk. It always worked miracles in helping me fall  back asleep.

I passed by my parents door and noticed that their bedroom door was  wide open and their bedroom lights were still on. Calling  their names,I  peaked inside,noticing their bed was untouched as if it hadn't been slept on. I had left  in the living room watching  their favourite show Family Feuds S.A which they usually watched until around 11 p.m then they would go to bed. My Dad owned a medicine manufacturing Company and they were always at the Office by 8a.m although my mum only worked half the day. I was surprised  to see that they weren't asleep yet.

I walked passed their bedroom door towards the study room hoping to maybe find them there. Maybe they had received an urgent work related call that they were attending too.

" Mum!...Dad!" I  called as I knocked on the door,but there was no response. I opened the door to the study and looking in there, it was empty.

I walked back towards the stair case and started descending the stairs. Entering the living room downstairs, I noticed the t.v was still on and the  throw pillows and blankets they had been using were still on the carpet,but mum and dad were nowhere to be seen." Mmmh...that rather strange." I thought to myself as I continued calling them now heading into the kitchen passing through the dinning area.

"Mum...Dad. Are you guys in here?" But there was no response. I took a glass from the cupboard,walked toward the  fridge and poured myself a generous amount of  cold milk. I carried the milk to the dinning table and taking out my phone,I dialed my dad's number, now thinking maybe,they had made another trip to the hospital. My Mum was 4months pregnant and her being 37yrs and it being a high risk pregnancy in addition to my Dad's  overreactions,random hospital visits even in the middle of the night were a norm.

I dialed my dad's number but it went unanswered .I decided  to try my mum's number instead and waiting for her to pick up but it also went unanswered with was a bit strange too because they always had their phones with them. I decided  to try her phone once again and waited. From a distance,I heard what sounded like her ringing tone,coming from outside the kitchen window.

With my glass of milk on one hand and my phone still calling on the other,I walked   back into the kitchen following her ringing tone which was clearly coming from behind the kitchen door  that lead outside,to the rose flower garden. "What were they doing at the garden this late? Or maybe she had misplaced her phone earlier on." I thought to myself as I made my way through the door into the garden. It was a little dark out in the garden but the full moon paved light onto the white roses making them standout it the dark. White roses were my favourite and my mum's too and I always found being in this garden brought me  a calming  feeling, but tonight, that was not the case. The cold in the air,paired by my own anxiety was all I felt. I pulled my thin silk rob closer to my body regretting not having thought of first picking a sweater. I continued tracing my mum's ringing tone,which was now clear and loud , somewhere within the flower garden. I leapt over some tall white roses not wanting to crash them but just as I did a few thorns from the rose plucked my open lower leg and I closed my eyes as I cursed into the night. Holding my leg up,I continued limping and as i finally opened my eyes to inspect the damage, i was shocked by the amount of blood bleeding from my foot. On the white roses next,blood droplets were dripping down them into the ground. In disbelief I ,bent over to inspect my wound just to see it wasn't bleeding yet. I felt a a chilling feeling run through the whole of my body . Right then, I knew something was terribly wrong. I started looking around,just to notice more and more roses,painted in red...blood. I could smell it too... a heavy iron overpowering the sweet smell of the roses. I heard a phone ring and then,that's when I saw them...Mum and Dad...