Chapter 5: Alone
That morning Erin was woken by the bright sun shining in on her, the ray of lights seeped through the curtains that covered the majority of her window and coasted beams of light throughout her room giving it a more comfortable and warming feeling. Erin lay there staring up at the ceiling, her eyes were heavy yet she could not sleep. She sighed in grief as she rolled over to her side facing the door. "Mommy!" A small sweet voice called out from behind her closed bedroom door. Erin sat up from her position on the bed and looked at the door. "Molly?" Erin called out standing up, walking towards the door, she stopped in the middle of her room and listened quietly. A beam of light flowed around her body, and soon she pulled the strap of her tank top up over her shoulder after noticing that it had slid down her arm. She looked to her arm and then focused back on the door again. After a few moments of standing there she picked up her pace and walked over to the door placing a hand on the door knob, flinging the door open. Erin stuck a head out of the doorway, her two hands on each side of the door frame. "Molly?" She asked out into the crisp air of the apartment. She stood for a moment, waiting for a reply. But there was no answer. She took a few steps out into the hallway and looked left to right. "Mommy!!" Molly's voice hollered out. Erin walked in the direction of the sweet girls voice and soon walked into the living room. Erin looked around and soon smiled spotting Molly, sitting under a Christmas tree by a large box decorated with red wrapping paper. "What did Santa bring you?" Erin asked Molly in a gentle voice. The little girl ripped quickly at the package and soon revealed a box. She smiled excitedly, quickly taking the cover off of the box. "Mommy, look what Santa brought me!" Molly said reaching into the large box. After a few moments Molly pulled the object out of the box. In Molly's hand was a decapitated head dripping of blood, a stiff look of pure horror was upon the face of the severed body part and it was shadowed in the dim light of the living room. Erin's eyes widened and she let out a loud shrilling shriek. The smell of rotting flesh quickly filled the room causing Erin bend over, vomiting a chucky fluid into her hand and onto the floor. Erin feel to her knees and crawled over towards Molly slowly, her bottom lip trembled as she neared the little girl who bore most joyous look, The murderous look on Molly's face made Erin choke up as she covered her nose and mouth to try and defeat the horrid smell. "...Kemper..." Erin said quietly under her breath as she stared eye to eye with the decapitated head of her late boyfriend, Kemper.
Soon Erin woke up in her bed, and she jolted up, a little shaken. "Fuck!" She said clasping her pillow. She closed her eyes for a moment before quickly making her way towards her bedroom door. She opened the door quietly and still it creaked as it was being opened. Erin made her way towards Molly's room, and quietly opened the door. The room was dark and nothing was detectable in the black abyss. Erin felt along the wall slowly and turned on the light with the switch. She held her arms as she looked in on the bare room, as if she was trying to comfort herself, and that Molly being taken away from her was too, just a dream. Unfortunately it was reality. The one person she had full trust in, her mother, betrayed her. While Erin was out that day her mother handed Molly over to the orphanage. She told Erin 'It wasn't a healthy environment for a young girl' and that she was 'Only trying to help.' "Yeah, a lot of fucking help she did." Erin said to herself, remembering the events that had happened that day. Ever since Molly was taken away from her the nightmares and hallucination had just become worse. Erin had tried receiving help from numerous doctors, but each had failed to help her. Turning the light off and closing the door behind her, Erin walked into her living room that was full of moving boxes, She had to get away, to try and forgot, to try and move on. She walked over to the bare window peering down at the streets below, still holding her arms for comfort.
It was now spring and the world was beginning to start to live again, though Erin's life had remained as cold as the winter. Is this how she was going to live out the rest of her life? Questioning her sanity .The fact that they were still out there made Erin afraid to leave her apartment everyday, or sleep peacefully at night.. She knew what she had to do. But if she was willing to go back and finish it, was the biggest question of all.
That morning Erin was woken by the bright sun shining in on her, the ray of lights seeped through the curtains that covered the majority of her window and coasted beams of light throughout her room giving it a more comfortable and warming feeling. Erin lay there staring up at the ceiling, her eyes were heavy yet she could not sleep. She sighed in grief as she rolled over to her side facing the door. "Mommy!" A small sweet voice called out from behind her closed bedroom door. Erin sat up from her position on the bed and looked at the door. "Molly?" Erin called out standing up, walking towards the door, she stopped in the middle of her room and listened quietly. A beam of light flowed around her body, and soon she pulled the strap of her tank top up over her shoulder after noticing that it had slid down her arm. She looked to her arm and then focused back on the door again. After a few moments of standing there she picked up her pace and walked over to the door placing a hand on the door knob, flinging the door open. Erin stuck a head out of the doorway, her two hands on each side of the door frame. "Molly?" She asked out into the crisp air of the apartment. She stood for a moment, waiting for a reply. But there was no answer. She took a few steps out into the hallway and looked left to right. "Mommy!!" Molly's voice hollered out. Erin walked in the direction of the sweet girls voice and soon walked into the living room. Erin looked around and soon smiled spotting Molly, sitting under a Christmas tree by a large box decorated with red wrapping paper. "What did Santa bring you?" Erin asked Molly in a gentle voice. The little girl ripped quickly at the package and soon revealed a box. She smiled excitedly, quickly taking the cover off of the box. "Mommy, look what Santa brought me!" Molly said reaching into the large box. After a few moments Molly pulled the object out of the box. In Molly's hand was a decapitated head dripping of blood, a stiff look of pure horror was upon the face of the severed body part and it was shadowed in the dim light of the living room. Erin's eyes widened and she let out a loud shrilling shriek. The smell of rotting flesh quickly filled the room causing Erin bend over, vomiting a chucky fluid into her hand and onto the floor. Erin feel to her knees and crawled over towards Molly slowly, her bottom lip trembled as she neared the little girl who bore most joyous look, The murderous look on Molly's face made Erin choke up as she covered her nose and mouth to try and defeat the horrid smell. "...Kemper..." Erin said quietly under her breath as she stared eye to eye with the decapitated head of her late boyfriend, Kemper.
Soon Erin woke up in her bed, and she jolted up, a little shaken. "Fuck!" She said clasping her pillow. She closed her eyes for a moment before quickly making her way towards her bedroom door. She opened the door quietly and still it creaked as it was being opened. Erin made her way towards Molly's room, and quietly opened the door. The room was dark and nothing was detectable in the black abyss. Erin felt along the wall slowly and turned on the light with the switch. She held her arms as she looked in on the bare room, as if she was trying to comfort herself, and that Molly being taken away from her was too, just a dream. Unfortunately it was reality. The one person she had full trust in, her mother, betrayed her. While Erin was out that day her mother handed Molly over to the orphanage. She told Erin 'It wasn't a healthy environment for a young girl' and that she was 'Only trying to help.' "Yeah, a lot of fucking help she did." Erin said to herself, remembering the events that had happened that day. Ever since Molly was taken away from her the nightmares and hallucination had just become worse. Erin had tried receiving help from numerous doctors, but each had failed to help her. Turning the light off and closing the door behind her, Erin walked into her living room that was full of moving boxes, She had to get away, to try and forgot, to try and move on. She walked over to the bare window peering down at the streets below, still holding her arms for comfort.
It was now spring and the world was beginning to start to live again, though Erin's life had remained as cold as the winter. Is this how she was going to live out the rest of her life? Questioning her sanity .The fact that they were still out there made Erin afraid to leave her apartment everyday, or sleep peacefully at night.. She knew what she had to do. But if she was willing to go back and finish it, was the biggest question of all.