A horror story
Chapter.1. Beginnings
I stared out the window of the backseat of my parents car as we made our teak through the smog infested highways of downtown los angels. I haven't been here but a few hours and yet I still have grown to hate it, to despise it. Its to hot and to sunny, this place doesn't have any season changes and before that's what I lived for. Its not my fault my dad cheated on my mom and she walked in on it. Its also not my problem that it was one of his students, or that it was a few months after my moms miscarriage. And what a brutal miscarriage it was, my future baby brother didn't live past seven months.
We had to have a funeral service and everything, and then the adultery and all that. My mom is weak for staying with him and my dad is seriously warped for thinking that moving to another state would help. And all of this is fine, move across country and all that and stay with him and be pathetic together but don't bother bringing me into all that. But of course I never get my way, I wanted to stay. But no they brought me all the way across country, to rebuild what's left of their marriage and our family. I honestly what no part of it at all, but sense I cant do anything about it I guess ill just shut up about it. No use in complaining , its not like I will be missed back at my old school.
While thinking of all this I hadn't noticed that we turned off the highway and were now at a stop in a gravel driveway. " vi, hello? Vi wake up" my mothers voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "you ok vi?" she asked worried I had been quiet the whole trip, that's not unusual though. I just nodded back, and quickly averted my eyes so I wouldn't have to keep eye contact with her. And I thought from my peripheral I saw her look disappointedly to my dad. Like I actually give a shit what she thinks, she forgave the bastard even after everything that happened. I laughed sarcastically as they got out of the car and whispered "absolutely pathetic" to myself. I got out of the car and felt the gravel move beneath my feet and heard the familiar crunch of it. We had a gravel drive back at home, only this driveway felt all wrong. Felt like it was trying to gain my trust, trying to befriend me. And just with that one step I had taken I felt the one shred of hope that this place was really a new beginning crumble and fade.
As I walked the crunching continued and I had a vision of myself walking on human bones. My parents were already talking with the realtor on the front porch while I slowly walked up the drive. My dad was right this place was huge, more like a castle than the Victorian manor it was suppose to be. I reached the front porch and kind of slumped onto a small brick wall that lead the stairs downward. As I looked upon the house I felt a little uneasy, although I couldn't exactly find the cause of it. "great we are the Adams family now" I complained to no one in particular. I could see it now how school was going to be. The preps would come up to me and ask me where Casper was or where was I hiding Franken stein. It would be awesome, I loved this house as soon as I saw it. With the uneasiness temporarily forgotten and outweighed by excitement I followed my family through the front door.