You awoke the next morning feeling tired and drained of all energy you previously had the night before.
"Isn"t sleeping supposed to replenish your energy?" you mumbled to yourself as you stretched your limbs to loosen the under-exercised muscles. When you were done stretching, you realized just what had awoken you from your well deserved sleep. A consistent banging on the door downstairs filled your ears and put you in a bad mood immediately.
You stood to find out who the hell would be pounding on the door so early in the morning. You were surprised Dominick hadn't awoken from his sleep yet, or Amaya, for they were the lite sleepers, it usually took a bomb going off to wake your butt up, but yet there Dominick lay doing what you longed to do; sleep.
"I'm coming!" you shouted at whoever it was standing behind the piece of wood we call a front door as you descended down the stairs. The steps cool on your fairly warm feet.
"Now lets see who's behind door number one!" you grumbled in a pissed off voice to yourself, while you grabbed the cool metal of the doorknob, causing you to shiver from it.
You turned the knob, and pulled the door open, revealing the source of the knocking. What you saw made you want to scream. Your mouth was open, but no sound was making it s way out of your body.
"Hello my darling daughter," the voice of your father penetrated the quite and peacefulness of the early morning. He was standing right in front of you, and in his hand, pointed directly at your face, was the very weapon you had "killed" him with all those years ago.
He smirked at you, his face in a deadly expression. You knew you were going to be killed right on the very spot you were standing. This thought caused a lone tear to travel down your cheek in a silent scream.
"Happy Birthday my child," and with those words your father pulled the trigger.
BOOM!!!!!
Wow...Even I didn't see that one coming...and I wrote it...>.<
"Boom!!!!!" The sound of thunder filled the house as lightening flashed in the sky, illuminating every shadow, causing even the darkest of things to look brighter in the dim light of early morning.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!" you screamed and bolted up out of bed as the rather loud thunder clap had jolted you violently out of your nightmare from hell. Beads of sweat were trickling down your face even though you were shivering from the memories the dream had brought on.
You sat there panting, trying your hardest to gather your thoughts that were moving rapidly from one part of the nightmare to the other. It had seemed so real, and it actually seemed that something like that would happen. I just need to breath.. You thought to yourself as you slowly and carefully slowed your breathing and heart rate back to it"s normal pace. The first thing you noticed when you had calmed down was that Dominick was not sleeping peacefully beside you like he normally was, instead in his place was a small post-it note.
Sorry Sky, but work came early today...
Love,
Dominick
P.S. Took Amaya to school, so relax! Happy Birthday!
"Yeah right, Happy Birthday to me..." you grumbled out loud to yourself. You then stood, crumbling the note and throwing it in the garbage, well you attempted too, but missed it completely.
Yep, it was your birthday, another year older, and supposedly another year wiser. Not when it comes to you though, it seemed the older you got, the more child like you became. It was most likely due to the fact that you never really had the childhood that most kids had, so you were basically living your childhood with your daughter. Instead of aging forwards, you were aging backwords; mentally anyway.
While dressing, you caught a glimpse of the clock. 2:47 P.M. the clock face read.
"Holy Shit!" you said out loud as you realized that it was just about time for Amaya to get out of school, and Dominick wasn't going to be there to pick her up either.
You ran out of the room as fast as you humanly could and down the chilling skin of the stairs, shivering at the cold contact they applied. When you reached the bottom you immediately headed for the kitchen, which is where the keys were supposed to be anyway. What you saw though when you entered the kitchen made your feet immobile, and your breath hitch in your throat.
There was a rather large puddle of rose red blood pooling around the bottom corner of the island in the middle of the room. Some was even dripping off of the chair and into the blood already on the floor.
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
"No.." you whispered as you felt yourself starting to get woozy. "I can't be!"
Your feet slowly started to move against your will, closer and closer to where the smooth blood lay on the tiled floor. You were so close now that the rancid smell of death filled your nostrils, begging and forcing its way to your brain, causing your vision to go in and out of focus.
With as much strength and courage you could muster at that moment you peered around the island to see what the source of so much blood could be. The only thing the sight that laid before you confirmed were your fears.
There your family lay, their heads lolled to the side with their eyes closed. With such peaceful expressions it looked as if they were asleep, except for the fact that blood was still seeping out of the open wounds...
They were still alive
Happy Birthday
Onward to Results for Note and Yummy cookies!
See!
Well, so far this story has strayed so far from how I originally wanted it to be, short and sweet is how I had planned it, but now it has been dragged out foerever. This chapter has also morphed from the original plans.
I do realize this chapter was short, but I wanted it to be posted! So I'm just glad I have something new up. It is a HUGE relief!!
Also, Thanks to all who are still reading this story!!! You have no idea how much this means to me!!! Thanks!! Cheers.
