My First Story. Hope you like it. Tell me if I should continue… or not. Please review!
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BPOV:
I can't see anything… nothing… Drip, drip. What's that? Drip, Drip. Suddenly my vision reappears. I'm in my mother's kitchen. The blue walls, silver appliances, white tiles. Slowly, I turn my head to look around. I hadn't been here in ages, it brought back too many memories.
Drip, drip. I turned my head towards the sound, and instantly cringe away. Blood. All over the walls. A massacre. The noise came from the sink. Where it was dripping from the facet. Drip, drip.
"Oh g-god," I whispered. I knew what would happen next. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. I turned my head, barely registering the pictures of my mom Renee, me, and my stepfather Phil, all Smiling.
More blood, I'm getting d-dizzy from the smell. Ever wonder why blood is so thick? So much fuller… than water. I shake my head to get these thoughts out of mind. Opening my eyes to see Phil and my mother's bodies toppled on top of each other…dead.
A movement to my right makes me snap me head in that direction. A blonde-haired, red eyed man. His eyes burned into my brown ones. Something trickled down the side of my face.
"I will come back for you," he told me, his teeth gleaming. Drip, drip.
"And when I do," he paused, "you won't be able to get away."
Drip, drip… Everything started to mesh together. A crazed laugh, a crash, sirens, and a scream. Drip, drip…
"BELLA! Time for your first day of school!" My father, Charlie, yelled up to me, jolting me awake.
With sweat on my forehead, and my breathing heavy, I got up.
Drip, drip… I froze, but then went back to gather my toiletries. Rain was common in Fork, WA. I walked out of my room.
Not noticing the red handprint on my window, getting washed away with the rain,
Drip, drip…
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