Chapter One!
Day: Four hours after whatever day yesterday was. Still July, still 2020. Time: 4:39AM
My mom would not stop talking. Or, whispering I should say. She said she couldn't sleep, so I've been sitting on the chair in front of the door since she woke me. She finally went to bed around 4:25. I quickly grabbed my backpack, and then grabbed you, camera. I noticed today that you have a huge crack in the lens, so I'm not sure how much of this you can even see. That's a little bit of a disappointment. Anyways, I haven't heard any shuffling outside the door in a few days now, I think they're gone.
I'm going to check the window though, make sure there's nothing in the back yard that will see me through the smashed sliding, not so glass anymore, door. The window here, that's where we've been dumping our buckets of… foul wastes, when there's nothing back there of course. I'm putting you down now so I can see into the yard.
It's clear. Thank God. No, that's a lie. Fuck God. That no good son of a bitch doesn't even exist. "God works in mysterious ways." Yeah, I call bullshit. What mysterious way were you working in when you killed my little sister? Never mind, I don't have time for sorrow. In this world, all there is time for, is survival.
My dad is snoring, with his arms wrapped around my mom, like he's protecting her. But what is protection? For me, protection is my cross bow, and my M16. I remember when life was simple. When I was a regular seventeen year old girl on her last year of high school. I was pretty, I was popular, I was rich. But who needs beauty and riches in a land of nothing? I remember when everything started to fall apart. It was the day after the news started listing off all of the diseased, and Ami's name was one of the many listed just in our area. After a day of crying, mom and dad boarded up all of the windows and doors. I sat in the bathroom, and just cried, although, I wasn't crying too hard because I was afraid it would ruin my makeup. That's when it donned on me.
All my life, I've been running off of my beauty. I have never worked hard for anything. Ever since I was young. When I was three years old, I lived in Japan. I don't remember much, but I was entered in a beauty pageant at my school. I came in first place, and I was then a finalist for all of Japan, and soon, the entire world. I won first place in the toddler division for the entire world, and since then, I have been travelling around the world, modeling for a countless amount of companies. I made millions, in which I shared with my family. We settled down in Darwin Australia, not too far from Japan, where I used to live. It's a beautiful house, right on the ocean. Or, it used to be beautiful.
Anyways, I stood in the mirror, disgusted with myself. I couldn't believe I was worried about my hair and makeup at a time like this. So, I took a pair of scissors and cut my ankle-length, bubble gum pink, hair off. I cut it to my shoulders. The shortest my hair had ever been since I was probably two.
When I walked out of the bathroom that night, more tears fell from my mother's eyes. She asked me what I did to my hair. I told her. "If they ever got in here, and grabbed me by that lion's mane, I'd be dead." She just nodded, and grabbed the scissors. She fixed my hair so it looked somewhat decent. As for my emerald-coloured eyes, well, I can't really change those.
It's time I go. Sitting here reminiscing isn't doing anything but wasting time. I'm going to put you down camera. Watch if you can.
Amu's POV
As I walk toward the door, my heart is pounding. If there's anything out there, I bet it will hear my heart over anything else. I slowly open the door, to make sure it doesn't creak. The door opens about an inch with no noise. I stick a mirror out of the door so I can see. There's nothing around the corner.
I open the door more, and that's when it creaked. My heart just fell to the floor. I can feel myself holding my breath. I decide I'm going to count to thirty. If nothing comes by then, nothing will.
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I hear the wind blow and there's a rustling in the kitchen.
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Creaks in the floor, as if something is coming towards me.
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It's incredibly close now, but I still can't see anything.
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The creaking stopped to the left of me.
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I slowly turn my head to the left.
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My eyes stop on a creature.
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Its eyes glowing red, teeth barred.
This is going to be the end of me. I love you mom and dad..
Yep. That's it. Uhh, so, review! Let me know what you think is going on. I'm not going to tell you for a while. Also, tell me if there are any mistakes that I can fix please and thank you. Oh, also. Sorry about the story being in the cameras point of view. I know it's weird, but, that's how I'm telling my story!