Sunday, May 15, 2016

All Your Fault

Based off a Pinterest prompt

‘Crunch’ ‘Crunch’
‘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.
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.
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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