I slumped back against the flimsy walls surrounding me, my eyes fixated upon the rusty letterbox protecting me from the unknown.Red blood shot eyes looked around wildly...What if he got back early? I shuddered violently as a picture of a drunken man filled my sore eyes.What if father came home? I shook my head and took a deep breath before slowly standing up.I took a small step tentatively across the dirty clothes and mouldy bottles scattering the floor, putting a shaky hand on the grey walls for support. After a few nervous steps I made it to what was supposed to be the living room.A bathroom sized room with a few pillows on the cold muddy floor and a ripped cardboard box for a table.The walls were dull and graffitied by whoever had lived there before me and my father moved in. I pushed away a few empty beer bottles with my small black boots and settled down on a yellow stained pillow.My eyes soon finding the enchanting letter box.It's rustiness and oldness seemingly drawing me in. A small frown stole my face.I rubbed my tired eyes and pulled my strong gaze away from the mysterious letter box,confused. "What's got into you Amy? You're acting even more paranoid then usual." I muttered to myself and sighed wearily.Unable to stop myself I looked back at the letter box. A gasp escaped my startled lips as the letterbox slowly opened. I froze, bolt upright on the tattered pillow, my eyes glued to it. Moments later after much scraping and clunking a letter fell gracefully to the floor. Slowly I began to stand up, waiting a few minutes for whoever had left it to go away.Then I took a cautious step forwards so that I could see it.We never got mail, not in two lonely years... At night people heard shouting from the house and were to scared to go near, and the postman incident was enough for him to stop coming...A shudder ran up my spine as the memory flashed through my mind.Poor man. The pure white envelope lay out of place on the cold grey concrete.However, it seemed to fit in.That caused me to frown.It was as if it had a bad aura... I knew I shouldn't open it, after all, it did have my father's name in a blood red scrawl across the middle of it.But I couldn't help myself.Curiosity got the better of my weak form and I crept towards it stealthily, like a cat stalking it's prey. How was I supposed to know? Surely it wasn't my fault...Was it?I guess it was...Curiosity killed the cat,as they say. I gently-careful not to rip-lifted the letter to my knees before tucking it behind a torn faded jacket.I was worried father would come home to see me reading his letter...I quickly darted to my so called room. My room was small and smelly but it was the only room, except for my father's workshop in the garden, that was protected by a door.Even if it was hanging off it's hinges... The room was a dull brown colour.It had wonky bricks for walls, carpeted by an icy concrete floor.On the harsh floor were some furniture: A soggy mattress, cardboard stool and a battered wardrobe rescued from a nearby tip. I sat down on the repulsing mattress and looked at the letter in my pale hands.It was as white and as pure as an angel, but something about it was different. I traced my fathers name over the blood red scrawl, wondering how it was that red. My sharp fingers caressed the folds, gently prying the mysterious letter out... My eyes widened.Never had I expected that...
Will do soon, and since it's my thread I'm also going to use it to spread awareness... RIP Mitch Lucker
I like this, I'm very intrigued and can't wait to read what happens next and R.I.P. Mitch Lucker Suicide silence will never be the same without you :<
I read it!! Hmm.. Could it be from the mom? Out is it something supernatural? Or is the dad actually a spy? please update!!
<Showing Past. When she was 10 years old.As not to confuse anyone when I do the update with the letter in.> *** Amy's P.O.V *** I skipped down the neatly cut lawn to my play room. It was a small room where the shed should be, but my father and mother replaced it when we moved to the new house. We often moved houses as my parents loved to travel, but for now we were settling in England.We moved into a large house with many rooms and a deep refreshing pool. After a while of playing with my princess dolls, I heard a heavy frequent knock on the dainty door. I looked up surprised; father was here. "Hi Dad! You're home early!" I said in a chirpy voice, hiding the confusion that he was back an hour early. "Sweetie...I have bad news." He whispered, his head bowed hiding the supposed sad expression. "W-what?" I asked, confused.My ten year old self was too young to work it out, at the time. Father sunk to his knees.A single tear rolled from his eyes as his mouth turned upside down.I looked at him curiously though.The sad look didn't quite reach his eyes...But I was too shocked to question the look of evil...Seven words were enough to certain that. "Your mother was in a car crash." *** Sorry it's short. D: Will try to make next update longer.
There is always a space after punctuation. Your description is wonderful, but there's just something about describing everything that just sets the story off... But still, this story is intriguing and is off to a wonderful start. :>