Based off a Pinterest prompt
‘Crunch’ ‘Crunch’
Whooooossshhhhh.
‘Caw.’ ‘Caw’
I
shivered jumping at each sound I heard. I used my left hand to fix my coat as I
continued on.
‘Crunch.’ ‘Crunch.’
The
wind tussled my dirty blonde hair making it get caught in my lip-gloss smeared
lips. I brushed it back and heaved the object behind me forward slightly.
Swatting
branches away from my face, I stepped into a small clearing. The moon’s
ethereal glow shone down on the small pond illuminating the water’s surface.
The ground surrounding it sat dark and mysterious.
Hidden
deep in the shadows.
I
let out a shaky sigh, letting my body move forward with the dead weight behind
me.
It’s
funny really. A walk in the woods used to be a comforting thing to do. A nice
place to escape from the outside world for a few hours at a time.
I
finally stood in the middle of the clearing and let my right arm drape limply
at my side letting go of the dead weight behind me.
Now
that I’m dragging a dead body through the woods, it doesn’t seem as comforting
as it used to be.
Ignoring
the wobbling sensation in my legs, I grabbed the shovel tied onto the covered
figure.
My
hands shook as I tried to grip the faux wood handle tightly.
Swallowing,
I placed my boot claded foot onto the metal part of the shovel and pushed it
down into the dirt.
Bringing
the first mound of dirt onto the once shiny metal surface, I got to work.
***
I
sniffled as I threw my shovel to the side glancing down at my handiwork.
Glancing
into the shallow hole, all I could feel was the stain of guilt on my soul as a
tear bubbled down my cheek.
Shuffling
my feet around the hole, I slowly made my way towards the covered up figure.
Bending down, I removed a corner of the black comforter. I felt my eyes brim
with tears and my breathing sped up ten-fold.
Wide
hazel eyes stared into my own. Unblinkng.Unseeing. They were in a state of
eternal fear.
Dirty
blonde hair lay tussled and frizzed from the constant friction of the blanket.
I let my glove claded hand gently caress the now ice-cold skin signaling the
immenent ruling of death.
A
small tear ran down my face and landed on the girls cheek. It rolled off slowly
as her expression remained the same.
“
I’m so sorry Hailey. I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you like I should have.” I
swallowed.
Having
to take a second to breath, I made sure my throat didn’t feel as clogged up
before speaking once again.
I
hung my head down in shame as I took a large shaky breath.
“
I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from dad. I was supposed to protect you. If
you see mom up there tell her I said hi okay?”
I
bit my bottom lip.
“
I love you sis. Wish me luck. I should see you soon. “ I said with a grim
smile.
Covering
her face back up, I stood up with one fluid motion and threw my sister in the
makeshift hole.
I
winced as her limp body connected with the cold hard ground with a loud thump.
I
finally let the rest of my tears fall in complete silence and eternal agony and
I shoveled the mound of dirt I had dug out back into place.
Each
mound of dirt that hot Hailey’s body produced a brand new stab wound in my
already damaged heart.
I
didn’t finish until morning.
***
My
weary body finally made it back to the front door of my run down suburban
household that I had grew to love and then to hate.
Bending
with a groan, I grasped the doormat so I could grab a silver key laying
underneath it. I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The
smell of alcohol and ciggerattes was the first smell that hit me. Yet I didn’t
even give a second glance.
I
had grown used to it.
Stepping
over empty beer bottles and cans, vodka bottles, wine bottles, empty pizza
boxes, dirty clothes, and other pieces of filth, I made my way into the family
room.
The
man who was supposed to be my, our
protecter, lay snoring in his recliner. I glared at him.
He
was a cold-blooded murderer in my eyes.
He
lay in a dirty white tank top and boxers. A bottle half full of beer hung
dangerously between his nimble fingers.
Fingers
that were once used for care are now used for destruction.
A
loud snore erupted from his mouth shaking me out of my stupor. Walking quickly,
I made my way down the hallway towards my bedroom. The one my sister and I used
to share.
Opening
the door, I stepped over dirty clothes, broken wood and glass, ripped blankets,
and more trash.
I
made my way to the closet on the far side of the room and opened the dirty
white door slowly.
It
was the only clean part of the house left. It was empty save for a long brown
rope tied into a noose.
I
gingerly grabbed it off the floor and without really thinking, I threw it over
the highest bar in the closet and tied the end tight.
Walking
out, I grabbed an old wooden chair
missing it’s right front leg and made my way back to the closet.
Standing
on the chair, I stood on my toes and grabbed the rope bringing it down to my
neck.
I
placed it over my head with ease ignoring the itchy feeling of it against my
neck. Letting my hands drop shakily to my sides, I took a deep breath and
kicked the chair from beneath my feet.
For
a split second I couldn’t feel anything. Like I was weightless. Then as quickly
as it had come, it ceased leaving me without air in my lungs.
I
struggled, flailing in the air and I could see as my vision continued to darken
with each passing second. I felt my mouth gasp for air, but none was coming in.
The
last thing I saw was my sister, Hailey. She was smiling. Her green eyes
sparkled and her blonde hair sat in waves.
She
was just as I remembered her.
I
felt her warm embrace as my body shut down.
“Come
on Hanna. Let’s go home.”
Then
everything went white.
***
The
fan hanging from the ceiling sputtered and jerked causing the occupant in the
leather recliner below it to awake.
His
bloodshot eyes stared at the dirty white ceiling as he groaned in pain.
Streching, he made his way out of the recliner wobbling slightly on his feet.
He
grunted. In his rare moment of being sober, he headache pounded mercissley
against his skull and he desperately wished for another drink.
Walking
into the kitchen and into the fridge, he dug around for a left over beer. When
he didn’t see one he squinted his eyes and looked more frantically.
Growling
even deeper, he slammed the refriderator door shut and proceeded to ransack the
cabinents.
When
he didn’t find anything in there, he turned his angry, bloodshot eyes towards
his two daughters bedroom door.
“
Hailey1 Hanna! Go buy more alcohol right now!”
When
he didn’t get an answer he shuffled forward gripping the counter with an iron
grip. He slurred out a heavy coated yell waiting for a response.
Nothing
came once again.
Pushing
himself upright, he walked even faster through the trash covered hallway
tripping and sprawling occasionally.
By
the time he reached the door, he was cursing and yelling through the empty
house. He rapped on the door with a loud bang.
“
Alright you little shitheads! Go get me some alcohol now or you’re in big
trouble!”
When
he once again got no answer, he pushed open the door with a bang. It was then
in his half-drunken state of being, that he noticed the room was just as dirty
as the house. Choosing to ignore it in favor of getting his delicious drink
down his throat, he looked around the room with an irritated and angry glance.
He
kicked at a pile of clothes in front of him sending them flying into the air.
He was about to scrounge around the house to look for even a sliver of alcohol
and deal with his incompentent children later, but it was then he heard a faint
sound.
‘Creeeaaakkkk’
It
was coming from his right.
‘Creak’ ‘Creak’
He
started stepping in the general direction slowly. It was coming from the
closet. He stood in front of it and grasped the knob firmly with a smirk in his
face.
So
this was where the little assholes were hiding.
He
opened it.
‘Creeeeaaakkkk’
And
it was then a part of him: the fatherly side of him, snapped and he screamed
louder than he had ever screamed in his entire life.
What
he remembered afterwards made him scream even louder.
He
couldn’t stop looking at Hanna’s face. Green eyes bulged out, unseeing. Dirty
blonde hair lay sprawled across her dirt smeared face.
When
he glanced down at his hands, he couldn’t help but sob. Now he couldn’t stop
remembering Hailey.
The
way her green eyes bulged out in horror.
The
way her hair lay in a blonde fan as she gasped for air.
The
way his hands curled around her delicate neck sqeezing the life out of her in a
drunken state of rage.
He
could remember Hanna screaming in the background.
He
remembered the last bit of life draining from Hailey’s eyes. They way she just
went limp.
He
remembered screaming at a sobbing Hanna to go bury the bitch as he went to go
take a nap.
And
now he was paying the price.
Now
both his daughters were dead.
His
twin daughters were both dead.
All
because of him.
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