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Leah slowly wrapped her fingers around the rusty metal gate. Her breath caught, her eyes fighting to stay clear, she gasped. Her entire body began to tremble and she was finding it harder and harder to look at the house. This was the place things changed for the sixteen year old - the place where her world suddenly flipped upside down in a matter of seconds. Everything she thought she knew - was certain about seemed to fizzle away; leaving nothing but a muddle of thoughts in her mind. From that day one Leah couldn't recall a moment where she felt completely and utterly sane. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't eat, think straight, hell even talk. And it was all thanks to that damnedplace, The Murder House.
Three years had passed, and in those years harbored two families that left as fast as they came. Leah stayed on top of both cases, obsessing over the loss of lives and the eventual pattern that tainted the home's history. She spent days in and out reading over articles, searching for relations throughout its numerous owners, searching for something, anything.
Leah wanted answers, she wanted explanations and the death of Violet Harmon and her familyleft the girl in a frenzy ever since. Though, amongst all the clutter and confusion that was her train of thought, Leah knew she had yet to understand the dark eyed, blond teenager who orchestrated that entire day. He was literally anonymous. She had never seen him in school before, around town even. If anything that boy never existed. But she knew that wasn't the case. He was the only one left with answers, and of course for Leah, he just so happened to disappear off the face of the earth.
Leah felt her stomach churn, a wave of emotions flooding through. Her body began to tremble once more, making it difficult for the girl to stand. She gripped the bars even tighter; at this point her shoulders hunched forward. Memories came flashing through at an alarming rate, its face, his laughter, her screams – Leah gagged. Her fingers let go, weaving together to form a palm, and that palm itself taking place over her mouth. She used her free hand to rummage through her purse, quickly pulling out the tiny, orange plastic container.
Leah kept her mouth closed, keeping anything from coming up. Her shaking fingers fumbled with the cap, only to have it open moments later with minimum effort. She swiftly shook out two pills, popping them into her mouth, swallowing them dry. Immediately after she felt the effects of her anxiety medication, thankful to have brought them along – Leah sighed in relief.