I was locked in my room for a day or so. I started falling. I know
I'm slipping into some sort of abyss that I will never get out of,
I feel it deep down in my soul. Each day just a little more. Everyday
something else happened, another little thing to give me a little
push, a shove. All of my dollies had lost their eyes, my puppy had his
ears ripped off, and then his eyes. Each little thing was put into
another envelope and placed on my bed. Each day a little more into
the abyss, each day another person who would no longer understand me.
Finally after months of little things something big happened. I came
home and thought everything was normal. Mummy and daddy were sitting
in their chairs, uncle and brother were lying on the floor. They
looked like they were sleeping, like little babies. I crept up stairs
trying not to wake them. I got to my room and there on my bed was
another envelope, this one was bigger the all of the ones I had been
getting. I opened it with shaky hands, out fell four eyes and four
tongues. I ran downstairs screaming.
I got to the end of the hall to catch my breath and there I smelled
the same smell I had that day in the chapel. The smell of death seeped
through my nose and into the darkest pits of my stomach. I knew
something was wrong. I walked slowly into the room where my family was
"sleeping". The smell got stronger and I was shaking violently, I was
sure I was going to be sick.
I looked up and saw him. He had an evil smile on his face and blood
covered his mouth, his teeth. He licked his lips and walked over to
me, he pushed me down in a chair and told me to stay. I obeyed, I
mean what choice did I really have? He walked around my family.
I looked down to see that he hadn't killed them yet. He had taken an
eye from each but they weren't dead. Maybe if I hadn't been teetering
over the edge of the cliff then I'd be able to save them. I looked over
at Timmy, his fingers were bloody and tangled in his hair. I looked
at mummy, shes crying I watch a tear fall from her eye and make a
little puddle. I look at at him, he stares back at me and looks at
daddy.
"Should I take him," he looks at daddy," or him?" he looks over at
uncle.
"Please don't take either, please let us be." I beg him.
"I'm sorry Claire, I canna do that."
He walked over to uncle and picked him off the ground. He ripped
uncle's throat out. I was hanging on to a couple little threads of
sanity and with uncle's death one snapped. The monster walked over to
daddy, picked him up and sucked him dry, another thread broke. He
walked to mummy and plucked out her other eye and ate it. Then he broke
her neck, another thread snapped. Timmy was last, as always, the
monster picked him up and ripped out the little beating heart and
ate it whole. The very last thread snapped and I fell over the cliff.
Something kept me from going all the way off, this pice of thread was
so tiny but it held me from falling completly off.
