"Remember what I said about hiding? Go and hide and don't come out, no matter what you hear, okay?"
Sommerfield was frantically whispering in my ear, making my hairs on the back of my neck stand on ends.
I didn't understand. I still don't understand. Mommy stopped reading to me because she couldn't hear the boys playing basketball. What does that matter? Maybe they were taking a break, Mommy. I tried to tell her that, but she pushed me away from her.
"Hide, Zoey!"
I walked away, trying not to cry. I felt like my mom hated me. I don't know why, so don't ask. Maybe it was because she was pushing me away. Maybe it was because she didn't want me around her. I don't know. I still don't know.
I heard Mommy clank her stick around, seeing where she was going. The clunking stopped. I was afraid something bad happened so I disobeyed Mommy to go see if she needed help. She heard me coming.
"Zoey? Get out of here, Zoey! Hide! God damn it, Zoey!" She screamed at me. I ran.
I couldn't help the tears that ran down my cheeks. It was useless to try and fight them back.
I found a hiding place. It was in a shaft for the broken air conditioner and heating system. The temperature in there was normal, so I climbed in.
And that when I heard her dying scream.
A/N: Yeah, I hate these too. Some of you are probably wondering, "Why the fuck did she put this up?" The reason this is being shown is because now you see how Zoey was feeling when she found out she was alone. By the way: this is a dream. It only means to be a flashback. It happens in some stories, you know!
Willow