Chapter 12 - Suspicions
You walked into the kitchen to see your parents eating at the table silently. They must have heard you come in because they both turned to look at you, which wasn't surprising since it was so quiet. The only sound being heard was the cutlery hitting the plate.
You noticed your breakfast on the table with an empty wooden chair waiting for you to sit in. You give your parents a smile before walking over to the chair and pulling it back. This caused it to drag across the floor, emitting a loud screeching sound much to your distaste. As you would much rather it had been quieter due to the awkward silence that filled the air, not willing to leave.
You sat down on the smooth but cold, hard wood and pulled your chair in, slowly this time so there wasn't as much noise. And started to eat.
You were confused about the sudden silence. Maybe their just to tired to talk you thought, stabbing one of the slices of bacon, the only sound being heard in the room at the moment. Then, bringing the fork up to your lips, you place the slice of bacon in your mouth. you then close your mouth and remove the fork, the bacon sliding off the fork and landing on your tongue, ready to chew.
"So" Your father says, not looking up from reading his newspaper "How did you sleep?"
You swallow the remaining food left in your mouth "Good, thanks"
You look at your mother, who looks a little distraught. Much to your confusion.
"Mom, are you alright?"
She looks up from her meal. Her eyes meeting yours, you give her a concerned look.
"I'm fine honey, there's just a lot on my mind lately. With the move and all"
You nod in understanding, but there something about the way she looks that makes you think its something more then that.
But you decide not to ponder on it, not wanting to frustrate your mother anymore.
Lifting up your fork, your pick up another slice of bacon and resume eating.
And that was all that was heard, for the rest of breakfast.
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You made your way back to your room, relieved to be away from that awkward and silent breakfast.
As you made your way into your room, you noticed the intricate spindells of frost on your window that could only have been made by a certain winter spirit.
You shut your room door, and made your way over to the window. Noticing he had written a note in the frost.
_,
North has called me to the pole for an urgent meeting
Probably something to do with me freezing the elves again
Stay safe, i'll be back later
Jack.
You smiled, a little disheartened he had to go. But you knew he would be back.
You noticed you were still wearing pajamas, so you thought it would be a good time to get changed.
Going to your dresser, you take out your gray skinny jeans, your stripy yellow and white short-sleeved top and a pair of white trainer socks, you quickly change and walk out the door.
Your about halfway down the stairs when you remember you forgot your hooded sweater, you quickly run back up the stairs and into your room.
You scan the room and find it; its folded neatly on the end of your bed. As you go to pick it up you hear the sound of water droplets hitting the shower floor in your bathroom.
"Must not have turned the tap off properly" You mutter to yourself, putting down the sweater and walking over to the bathroom door and opening it.
But its not water dripping onto the shower floor.
Its blood
You gag, your eyes not peeling away from the scene in front of you.
There's a message on the wall. your hands shaky and your legs numb, you walk closer, knowing who this message is from.
I know who you are,
I know what you can do,
You may not know it yet, but I do,
Be prepared, I'm coming for you...
-Pitch
You stumble back, your shaky hands just manage to grab the door handle as you run out the bathroom, not forgetting to pick up your sweater as you run out of the house.
The shower stops, the message dissipates into black sand and your bathroom door creakily shuts.
He chuckles, his amber eyes full of triumph, as he observes the blue light on his globe.
"Be prepared _, I'm coming for you..."