On the Brink of it All

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#CACLesson2

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Word Count: 1336

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:warning: Warning :warning:

Mentions of blood, violence, death and other mature themes!

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On the Brink of it All

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    I should have known what to expect when I saw the wide open door.......

    The smell of metal in the air and of the blood that stained the floor.

    I followed it, curious with that sense of dread. It was then that I came across Sarah’s body. She almost looked peacefully asleep if it wasn’t for the blood all around her.

     I didn’t bother to go any farther into her room. I knew there was nothing I could do. It was then that I slowly took the stairs one at a time. Terrified of what I would see, I couldn’t even process what I had seen.

    I saw the open bedroom door first. It instantly told me what was wrong, that my worst nightmare had come true. My throat let out an inhuman sound as I rushed forward into the hell that was my mother’s bedroom.

     Her body laid on the bed, almost thrown there. Her arms thrown wide, as if embracing her fate in her last moments. Her papers were covered in blood, the floor around her desk was the same way. Her papers thrown there and the window above was broken. Mostly from the struggle the person had with my mother.

     Though I heard a slight noise from the living room and turned slowly. My brain telling me to run as my eyes caught sight of the pair of boots poking out from the open doorway.

     Everything hits me at once. The numbness shatters and I let out a cry. My mind screaming at me, telling me to flee. To have never come in here, to have left the moment I saw Sarah’s body.

    Oh, Sarah! I realize, tears springing to my eyes. The boots move forward, revealing the black clad figure that turns to stare at me.

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    “You shouldn’t be here.” They say, their eyes flashing in the dim light we have.

    “I didn’t mean to! Please! Please!” I blurt out, backing up. My mind racing and it’s then that I know I need to take my mothers work with me.

    I bump into the corner of the desk, the blood clinging to my hand as I fiddle about. The figure moves forward, a knife flashing in their hand. I finally find the button hidden under the lip of the desk and click it. The figure freezes as they the meaning of the noise.

    A sickening white teethed smile forms on their face as they move faster towards me. I turn quickly, grabbing the stack of papers before I bound onto the desk and through the broken window. My mind screaming at me that I was such an idiot the whole time.

    I land hard on my knees on our small side deck. I feel as my right knee pops, letting me know I’ve agitated an old wound by doing this. I suck in a breath as I stand, my knee sending pain signals up my side. I groan before starting to run, it’s then that I hear the creaking of the desk as I rush out.

     My heart pounds to the beat of my feet as I fly down the stairs and hit the cement hard. The person yells after me, as I run, not listening as I turn a corner onto a populated city street. I rush forward not caring as I try to think where to go.

     My sister and mother are dead, my brain screeches. I shake my head trying to keep the thoughts at bay, the feelings at bay.

     Oh, God! Oh, God! I think, as the tears start to flow. I slow down and look for a safe place.

    “Where am I to go?” I whisper, frantically looking about. My family is dead! Everyone I loved is dead! My brain realizes, but it’s then that it corrects itself.

    Everyone, but one person.

     I rush forward again, my mind determined on what needs to be done.

    I rush down the street, from block from block until my lungs cramp and I can barely breath. It’s then that I see the house I know so well.

    Leon will know what to do. He will solve everything, he helped to move my family before. When they were close to finding us and we had to skip away in the dead of night.

    I pound on the door, the papers pushed tight to my chest.

     “Leon!” I yell, pounding harder. It’s then that the door pops open and I burst in. Quickly closing it behind me.

     “Leon?” I ask, realizing he didn’t open the door. I rush forward in the dim light to the light switch. I cover my eyes as my brain s what I see. A bloody shoe print just where I ed by and just to my left a small pool of blood.

    “Oh, God! They got you too.” I gasp, whipping my head to the right as I rush forward. I trip over where it changes from dark lamented wood to plush carpet. I stumble into his room, and stop just by the door.

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    “Jillian?” Leon gasps out, weakly turning his head towards me. “What are you doing here?” His voice raising in worry.

    I rush forward my tears beginning renewed again.

    “Oh, Leon!” I sob, falling to my knees, the stack of papers falling. They make a loud thump noise and Leon looks down.

    “They got your mother.” He states, painfully closing his eyes. “I knew this day was come. I was hoping your sister, Sarah, would have been the one to survive. Not you.” He weakly says. My brain barely understands his words, and I’m too shocked to feel hurt. Sarah was trained better than I was, cared more then I ever did.

    “I don’t know where to go.” I state, my voice shaky as I reach my hand out to Leon. I gently grab his hand and hold it, as the pool of blood around him builds.

     “You gave up the information. I know you did, you’ve killed us Jillian.” He sobs, opening his eyes to look into mine. I bow my head, my tears falling harder.

    “I didn’t know just saying my mother was doing private research would cause this!” I sob, wanting to be forgiven. Why was it I had to be pulled into this? Born into this!

    “Oh, Jillian. It’s up to you know.” He wheezes out, letting go of my hand to grasp his side.

    “I don’t know where to go. If I should head to Karens or Aunt Jayne’s.” I whisper shakily. I’m scared, more scared than I’ve even been.

     “Not Karen’s, he’s probably the leak in the system. Your Aunt Jayne may very well already be dead.” Leon explains weakly, sucking in a painful breath.

     “Take my map, it’ll show you were to go. Who to trust, who the give the information to.” He says, looking towards the small work desk in the corner.

     “Okay. Okay.” I sigh, slowly getting up and shakily moving over. I pull out the bottom draw I’ve been shown since I can . I punch out the fake bottom and grab the map and information needed.

     “What about you? Maybe we could make it to the hospital.” I state, turning back to him. It’s then that I see his chest isn’t raising or falling.

     He’s dead.

     The man I’ve known like a father is dead. My family is dead, and it’s all my fault.

    I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I need to be strong now, I need to be able to get this research where it’s needed.

     I need to not trust others. I need to be able to not be stupid for once in my life.

    I open my eyes, walking forward towards Leon’s dresser. It’s time to pack for the trip of my life.

    One that not even Karen will know about.

     Though I’ll help him on the one trip that matters most to me after this one.

    His trip to the grave.

Fin

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So we had to make a story involving the crime scene diagrams. The two I used were ones that I chose from our selection and I hope I have worked them well into the story.

The other objective to this lesson was to end with a ‘lesson learned’ type note. I also hope I did that.

And, well, that’s about it!

I hope you enjoyed!

And are having a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious type of day/ night!

(No photos belong to me! Also I apologize for any grammar/ spelling mistakes as I was not able to check as much as I would have liked!)