Chapter Five
Oh my! The house! My house! It’s huge! It is, literally, a castle. It is made of stone. There are green vines spiraling up the textured walls. It is exquisite. There is a wooden door in the center of all of it. I cannot believe I am to be living here! Yes, it is a bit larger than i had hoped for, but it is so lovely! Behind it, sits a beautiful woods. Even though the sun is bright and glistening, looking at the woods makes everything seem so gloomy. I am compelled to it, and keep staring. I can feel the branches of the trees crawling inside of me, and digging away at my soul. I feel so, naked. The foliage is staring me down, and I cannot escape.Have you ever heard the suggestion that if an emotion is strong enough, it stays in that very spot where it was felt? That you can hear, touch, or possibly see the exact emotion that occurred there? For example, if someone were to feel a great happiness, far greater than any gladness ever felt, in a certain spot, it may stay there. The remains of the emotion may always be destined to linger over what once was. If another person, in future times, were to stumble along that area in which the amazing joy, that we all envy, was felt, their heart would overflow with exhilaration.A darkness, so dark, fills me. A peculiar and frightening mixture of depression, fury, and fraught seeps into my veins. The feelings are carried throughout all of myself. I can hear it. I can hear emotion. Crying, screaming, fighting. They overwhelm me. And now, it is silent. Nothing. Nothing besides on last thing. Death. I can smell it, taste it, and hear it. I can feel it. It feels cold. It feels alone.I am so compelled, that I start floating towards this woods. I have no knowledge of doing so, though. All sound turns mute around me. I enter a whole other world, and don’t aim at leaving. I am not conscious of my actions. That is, until I hear the door to our home slam shut. It was Gabe. He had walked into the house. I too, decide to go and explore with him.There are windows, all over. It is at least five stories in this house. I want to venture into every room and every nook and cranny.
It reminds me of a book I once read. It reminds me, hauntingly, of a painting.
It smells so musty. The walls are all so bare. Why would anyone ever want to abandon any place this lovely? Does the loveliness of it all blind me from seeing what it really was, or is?"Uhm, Gabe? Where is my room?" I didn't really care at all about where my room was. I just had to stop him from clicking! He would see something that he didn't like, and then click his tongue. He would see something that he did like, and there was more clicking of the tongue. Maybe he clicked for no reason at all, but I don't care about the meanings of his clicks, by any means. They only bother me, and by asking a question that implied that an answer was in need, I could possibly cease the clicking for a short moment of time."Just go and pick one out. However, make sure you leave the nicest and largest one for me and your mother.""Will do, Gabe." I softly snicker. So, I walk up the cold stone steps planted into the long opened staircase.It is taking me a while to find a room that I would like. Some are too small. Some are too large (I don't want to pick on of those, or else Gabe would get angry). Finally, I come to a door. The door is made of wood, and is on the third floor. I open it up. I step inside and gaze. Everything is amazing. It is the perfect size, and it has the perfect windows, and the perfect shape. Almost flawless, it seems. The sound of a car interrupts my gazing.I sprint down the stairs and say hello to my mother. She has brought back most of our equipment. I must have been searching for a room for quite some time. That must have taken a couple trips to get all of our stuff to her from the airport."Hello my angels!" she hollers. Did she just say angels? As in the plural form?"I hired some guy to help me transfer our belongings. That way it only took us a single trip." I look behind her and see a young man carrying so much stuff that his face is hidden. He looks like he’s going to fall over. I watch him as he drops everything in his hands. Then, my eyes shift to my mother, and see her carrying nothing at all.I just now realize how tired I am beginning to become."Mom, can we please bring some blankets, a pillow, and my bed up to the room I picked out? I'm exhausted.""Okay then Sweetie. One minute."So, I go up and wait in my new room. It isn't very long until Mom and her fiancé have my bed in my room. I say goodnight to my mother, and Gabe. Trust me, I didn't want to wish a good night to that...person...but my mother hinted that it would be the polite thing to do. She gave me her ever famous stare.I lay down and close my eyes. I fall asleep, not knowing that it will be the last decent sleep I will ever have. I feel downhearted. Little do I know, that I will soon come to envy the feeling I’m consumed with right this very moment. Little do I know, that much worse occurrences await me. Very little do I know, that tomorrow, I shall indulge in a dreadfully lethal journey.It is six o-clock A.M. I can hear voices and the shuffling of feet downstairs. Wearily, I stumble down the, once again, cold stairs. Now, I am on the second floor. I do not fancy this level of the house much. It is much too dark. Much too dreadful. I am halfway down the stairs, when I hear my mother's voice travel to my ears from the kitchen."...ha! Gabe! You must be kidding me! It was the simplest thing I have ever done!""It means so much to me that you did it all for us" says Gabe. Now, they are kissing. It hurts so much. The only person that my mother is supposed to kiss, is my father. Although, I do not think it would be very pleasant to be kissing a corpse. I will not force her into that."Yes. And it was the perfect time to commit such a perfect crime!" laughs Mother. What? What crime could my mother have committed?"Exactly! And it proves just how much you love me."God! I'm getting extremely anxious right about now."It was so easy to kill him. It took absolutely no effort at all to take the life of Luke. He was a terrible husband anyways. I did you, me, and the whole world a favor by ceasing his breath."