The car stopped at the driveway of my home. I opened the door and jumped out shutting the door behind me. In the driver's seat was a man I had yet to have met before, but it did not really matter to me. The car ride to my home was quiet, not talking just driving.
"Stay safe." The driver stated dully.
I raised my hand waving my hand in annoyance.
"I can only do my best." I responded.
Creeping to the door of my house I swallowed a lump in my throat. Looking around I was trying to recall where I had hidden a key. I bent down and looked beneath a pretty decent sized rock that sat beside the door. There was a key, I quickly grasped it and unlocked the door with my left hand, to a relief it still worked. Did I want to go in? Would it smell like her? Like her dead body.
I forced my left hand upon the door knob, this time turning it to open. With a click it opened and a fain draft blew the hair from my face bringing shivers down my spine. Gulping once again I allowed my right foot to pass through the door frame and then with a deep breath I allowed my left foot enter. With tiny steps I walked away from the white door, walking backwards I slowly closed it with my back eying the set of stair not too far away.
The house was dark and quiet and the lack of the usual smell of my mother's really bad taste in coffee as Zach had put it, made the house only feel like a building with with rooms. It was no longer a home and I did not want to be here. I quickly padded my way toward the carpeted living room.
The street lamps faint light was reflecting off the windows and into the open space of the living room, the light created multiple shadows creating an unwanted feeling to produce itself in the lowest regions of my gut. I inhaled a deep breath and shut my eyes for a split second then swiftly opening my eyes I approached a lamp that sat on a near by end table beside the red sofa nearest to the way I had entered. The yellow orange light brought the room to a new feeling and vanished all the shadows that would make my imagination explode. The light would need to come off soon, I wouldn't want to cause something to happen, such a neighbor to call the police, but maybe I should.
There on the creme colored couch was a red outline in the shape of a body. I instantly lost the balance in my legs and dropped hard upon the ground onto my knees.
"No!" I shouted falling onto my back side. "No she isn't gone!"
"No! No!" I repeated over and over again. "No!"
Slowly I brought my left hand to my head and gripped at my roots. Hot tears accumulated in the corners of my eyes and cut themselves loose like heavy sand bags in the back of a theater weighing down certain props. Why was it still here, the markings of the body, the outline, why didn't they just dispose of the couch so that I wouldn't have to see it? What was the point in it?
I slowly crawl back up to my feet and with tears still streaming down my cheeks I walked to the stair case and ascended up slowly. Slowly enough to point where I could hear every creak that was produce to the low deep breath's I was in taking. When I made it to the top I turned the lights on and walked to my bed room. Placing my left hand upon the door knob I opened it.
My room was all the same, nothing was moved or taken as of yet. What would happen to my room once I leave? The rest of the object that dwelled with in the house? My mother's things? Of course I would be able to own some of it right? Due to my father's death there was a large sum of money that was placed in the back for my mother and I through life insurance, but since she is now gone what would happen to it? Would I receive it?
I shut the door behind me and found myself walking toward the bed. With in seconds I collapsed onto my back and just stared up at the ceiling. My eyes slowly began to close.
"Is anyone in there?" a bang came at the front door down stairs. It sounded like multiple fists. "Is anyone there? We have guns!"
I shot up right on my bed and sprung to the top of the stair case.
"We are coming in!"
WIth a loud slam, the front door was ripped opened and I dashed right back into my room, quietly closing the door and locking it. I skipped to the bathroom attached to my room and locked it as well. Falling the floor I pressed my ear to the door. Looking down I realized that I had left a light on in my room.
"Shit!" I whispered closing my eyes tightly shut.
The stomping of foot step reached up the steps, the sounds of boots kicking in each door made me jump slightly. Then suddenly a loud bang came at my bed room door.
"Hey boss this one is locked!"
"Well what are you waiting for kick it in!" A strong southern accent called out.
Quickly with a loud blast I heard my bedroom door being kicked down.
"I don't see anyone!" Shouted the man.
"Check every corner, every door, beneath the bed."
"I see nothing in the closet."
More foot steps walked into my room and suddenly I heard foot steps approach the bathroom door.
"Kick it in, I hear breathing."
The door was knocked down. I coward toward the back of my bathroom shaking in fear. The men wore dress in cop uniforms, but had special badged pinned to their chests.
"Hey boss you might want to come see this." One them shouted loudly. "It's that girl who has been missing,Vivian"