Hey guys! I'm soooorrrrry this has taken me sooo long. I suck. I've been super busy with school and other things. So this continues with Violet, I'm thinking my next one will be from Ben's POV. Please keep reviewing, I live for reviews (bad and good) also thank you for the favs/follows!
Chad was right, the backyard lost its glow after a few visits. It wasn't as bad as being stuck in the house, mused Violet. She stared at the high wooden fence. On the other side was another world, the living world. A clear and visible property line dissected the dead from the living. A robin flittered onto the bird bath, quickly jumping in and hopping around in the shallow water. Violet smiled watching it. It was so beautiful… red blazed on its chest, its wings and body were a dusty gray and beak a bright yellow. Violet wished she could run her fingers along its smooth little body and tiny head. As she thought this the little bird took off, flying high overhead into the blue sky. It was free.
Violet sighed and brushed off the dirt from the back of her skirt. To be a bird was to be free.
The house air was stale. Dust motes floated in the sunlight shining through the windows. Reaching into a desk drawer she pulled out her pack of cards, maybe Vivien would want to play. Violet was almost at the top of the stairs, around the corner so that she couldn't see the front door when it opened but she felt it. It was like stars exploding in her body, a cosmic energy taking over. Violet knew that everyone else in the house felt it to. She quickly made sure that she was invisible then ran down the steps to see who it was. It was two teens a little bit older than her, a boy and a girl. The boy was tall, his black hair tucked into a beanie, and he was wearing a loose Slipknot t-shirt. The girl was average, her brown hair yanked up into a pony tail and big owl glasses pushed up her nose. Their hands were laced together.
Violet stared at them. The others were gathered in doorways watching. Patrick was eyeing the boy up and down. Angela and Margret were pulling at their mom's skirt saying "please can they play with us?". Vivien and Ben stood side by side holding William between them.
"It's abandoned?" The girl whispered looking around the hallway. "It's a beautiful house."
"Yeah," the boy shrugged. "But all the past owners have died." Slowly his head turned to look at her, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open in mock horror.
"Stop it!" she squealed and smacked his arm. They laughed and fell into each other's arms.
"You don't believe in ghosts do you?" He said with raised eyebrows and a smirk.
"No," she huffed. Violet walked behind them up the stairs to her room. She was in a trance watching them. They were so… alive. Those stupid kids didn't even realize how ALIVE they were, Violet cursed. She watched as the boy unrolled a blanket and a pillow onto the ground along with a couple beers and a blunt. She watched them sit and drink and smoke. So stupid, she chanted over and over. Suddenly they were kissing, lips locked and groaning into each other's mouths.
Rage grabbed her suddenly. The sounds of the couple making out faded into a static. A deep voice whispered into her ear, "Kill them." It chanted it over and over. Violet's body moved forward without her command. It was like being hypnotized.
She grabbed the boys hair, ripping back on it as hard as she could. His scream of pain sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine. Violet used all her strength to haul him back away from the girl; he flailed and screamed, howling for the girl to help. She was on the ground screaming in surprise and terror with her free arm covering her boobs.
Violet wanted to grab him by the back of the head and crank as far left as she could. Violet wanted to hear his brain stem snap. She wanted to see his head wobble and fall lifeless to his chest. She was about to kill him when she looked in his terrified brown eyes and realized what was happening.
Violet froze. What am I doing? She let go of the shivering boy quickly scrambling away from him as fast as she could. Piss pooled around him. Turning Violet fled to the attic.
The musty stifling darkness of the attic surrounded her, wrapping and hanging from her shoulders like a cloak. She muffled her cries against her arm, tears burning like hot oil down her cheeks. What was that? What possessed her to do something like that? Violet wasn't a violent person… she could defend herself but she wouldn't go out of her way to hurt someone. She remembered that bodiless voice that had hissed in her ear, commanding her to kill the boy. Was she finally going crazy? Was she becoming a monster like everyone else in this house?
Violet slammed her fist twice against the wall. "Let me out," She moaned. How much more could she take of this?
Chains rattled and dragged across the floor behind Violet. Beau croaked her name and leaped forward, putting all his weight on his hands like a gorilla. It still pained Violet to see him, the poor sweet soul stuck in this house and chained in the attic all because of his appearance. She managed to smile and wave at him. He passed the ball back and forth between them, clapping and laughing every time. With Beau things felt a little better, he was free at heart and he enjoyed the little things. Violet wished she could be like that.
Eventually her thoughts turned to the intruders, the boy and girl, and the urge to hurt them had possessed her body. She shivered. Violet would never want to kill someone… What was happening? The gloomy darkness hung around them, and when Violet stared into it long enough she thought she saw a unfamiliar pair of eyes flash at her.