My grandmother soon passed after Touya and my conversation. I've been packing away the house for some time now and cleaning it up so it could be sold or rented out. I was also sending over my personal items to the house for when I moved in later that week. I've been spending the night often; almost every night when I was afraid to sleep alone.

It was rough, letting her go. She was someone very special. But I was glad she passed on because her suffering has ended and now she is living a better life in the after life. I've been feeling awfully strange after she died. I've been noticing weird things like I can predict the future and I can see ghostly apparitions. I also noticed that Jin had a single horn and really pointy ears. I could even sense the energies of everyone in the house. They each had their own distinct energy and sometimes when my senses were strong I could even pick up different scents of each person in that house. My grandmother had special abilities and sometimes I swear after she died, she passed these abilities over to me; but how could that be? I though these kind of things ran in our genetics…our blood.

I held my grandmother's special necklace and looked outside at the rain. The necklace looked like an old skeleton key. It was very detailed and it looked fragile but it proved to be rather tough. I always asked her where she got it and if it ever opened anything special but she would just smile and tell me it's a secret. She never really got the chance to tell me before she died though. She lost her memory very quickly and towards the end, she even started to forget who I was at points. But she didn't forget about me as often as everyone else.

I invited Adam over that evening, to tell him that I was moving out. I was waiting for him. I'm sure he wouldn't be happy with me one bit. I was a little nervous. A little as in a lot. I felt bad for I should have told him earlier. Maybe I should leave out the detail that I was leaving tomorrow. I should leave out as much detail as possible to avoid a meaningless fight. I had to play my cards carefully. Maybe I should tell him as little as possible. Maybe I should lie to him and tell him I'm being forced to live somewhere with other family members. That wouldn't work though. I am a terrible liar and he would be able to tell and then he would be furious with me for sure. When he gets mad at me, bad things happen to me.

I looked at the clock and he was very late. Which only meant things were going to get worse. This means that he was probably going to show up drunk. Why couldn't he not be drunk around me? Was I that hard to be around that people had to be drunk around me?

I stared out in to the window as the rain fell harder. I was trying to calm my nerves. I was mesmerized by the water droplets on the window against the dark sky.

My reverie was soon broken when I saw head lights shine through the windows of the living room. I swallowed hard as I got up to go outside to greet him on the front porch. I could tell by the way he got out of his truck that he was drunk. He walked up to me and gave me a hug, he reeked of alcohol. I got this strange pang of fear just then. Something was telling me that something bad was about to happen.

"I missed you" He barely got out the words.

I lied as I said the same back "I miss you too." Luckily he couldn't see my face to tell I was lying. I quickly put on a poker face. I hated him.

I walked him inside the small rancher and closed the door behind me. I walked him into the small kitchen.

"I haven't seen you in a while, why is that?" He questioned.

Was he really that stupid? Did he really not care enough about me?

"Well I've been spending time at a friend's house to get out of here."

"Who's house?" He quickly asked.

"I've been with Amy and her boyfriend's house and his friends." I was getting angry with him. I was tired of him. He acted like I could only have on friend. But even that was a big issue.

He stood up and grabbed my shoulders. I tried to stand my ground, but that was hard he was so much taller than I was.

"Why are you hanging out with other boys?"

"Hanging out? I'm moving in with them." My anger slipped and I told him the truth. Stupid.

"So you're cheating on me?" He slapped me across my face so hard it nearly knocked me off balance. It was probably going to leave a bruise. Once I regained consciousness I decided I needed to fight back.

"No! I am not cheating on you!"

He punched me in the ribs sending me backwards. I doubled over in pain, I'm pretty sure my ribs were broken or even cracked at that point. I noticed the basement door was open and he was slowly backing me up to the stairs. If he would push me again, I would surely fall to my death. I needed to get back up.

As soon as I looked up, I was too late. I was halfway up when he again punched me in the eye, knocking me to the ground. With one last blow to the ribs and stomach with his foot I was sent flying down the dark stairs to the basement.

Everything was a blur. All I could feel was pain as I fell. I felt my flesh tearing at the mercy of the crude wooden stairs that were extremely old. My ankle got caught in the railing, but it wasn't enough to stop my fall. It instead twisted my ankle with a sharp crack. I don't know how many times I hit my head; I lost count as I lost consciousness.

I lay at the bottom of the steps limply. I couldn't see anything around me; I could feel sharp pains around my body where the injuries were the worst. I felt cold spots where my skin was bleeding and burning where the skin was torn. I could hardly breathe because of my ribs.

I kept falling in and out of consciousness so much that I lost track of how long I've been laying down there. But every time I was able to think, I would wonder how long I've been just sitting there and how long would it take for someone to find me. The ground below me felt wet, I was losing this fight for survival. I was losing the fight I thought to myself as I let the darkness take over. I felt this coming.