Disclaimer:Not mine.
A/N:yay
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Pulling on a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and tennis shoes, she quietly slipped out the front door.
Jogging slightly she headed towards the house, looming on the hilltop. Her destination clear, all her vision took in was the light in that small corner room.
When she came to the bottom of the hill the light went out. Her heart, which was racing, skipped a beat. She stood still, waiting. When nothing happened she started up the long driveway, cautiously.
After five minutes she had reached the front gate. Her heart was pounding so hard against her ribcage, even though she hadn't been running for at least ten minutes. The gate creaked slightly as it opened, causing her to stop briefly, listening for any sign of movement.
She made her way in, careful to close the gate quietly. As she approached the front door her foot caught on something. Bending down she groped the ground until she found the object. Lifting it closely to her face she saw it was a grouping of blades. Surprised, she dropped it, immediately regretting having done so as it made a loud clanging noise. It echoed off the quiet house.
She licked her chapped lips. Her memory went back to that night she had told everyone he was dead, holding up those very knives as proof.
Everything she had tried to forget started flooding back to her. Her heart raced as she approached the door. She pressed her body against the door, taking a breath before pushing against it. It opened relatively easily. She tried to calm her nerves by taking deep breaths, but her stomach was in knots.
Trembling, she opened her eyes, not realizing she had shut them tight while opening the door. The great entry way looked neither desolate, nor comforting. It still had the same standoff-ish feeling to it.
Slowly she made her way through the dust covered floor to the giant staircase. Her hand trembled as it found the cold railing. She grasped it for support and started to ascend the staircase.
A few times she stopped to listen, but heard nothing. Half-way up the staircase she wondered why she was going up and not down where she had seen the light. He's up there, I just know it. That's where mom found him, that's where I left him. He has to be.
So she climbed on.
When she reached the door to the room she knew he was in, she stopped, wondering if she should really do this. All signs pointed there, so why not? But something in the back of her mind told her this was a bad idea. After all, they could never be together in civilized society, they tried that once.
Her hand closed around the brass doorknob and she turned it, creaking open the door.
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A/N: I'm such a bitch aren't I?