“Whenever she’s throwing a fit, just give her Mr. Snuffles,” Mrs. Huxley was leading Elle through her mansion that she called a house. If it was, it was an enormous house. “She eat’s at 6pm everyday, if you miss it she’s going to throw a fit, one you can’t solve with Mr. Snuffles, so don’t miss it. And Paisley likes her coffee more sugar than coffee.” “Can six year olds have coffee?” “Well she’s an overachiever. Now I’m sorry it’s so short notice, but Phil is on a business trip and I just can not miss my sister’s birthday.” “Oh I don’t mind, I need to pay rent somehow.” This would be her last odd job, for some reason they offered her close to $500,000, more than enough to pay off her student loans and pay rent for maybe the rest of her life.
After her long list of instructions, Mrs. Huxley left, leaving Elle and Paisley alone. They played games, watched TV, colored, all until it was time for bed, “What are we gonna do tomorrow, Elle?” “Anything you want. Good night Paisley.” Elle slowly and quietly closed the door behind her, and as long as she was quiet, she could do whatever she wanted.
She was definitely lost, all she did was go to the bathroom. She thought it was only a hall down, but it seemed like the whole house changed. She saw what seemed like hundreds of doors lining the corridor, but then she saw a different one, Elle could see a light shining from the bottom of the door. As she opened it she could see stuffed animals, pink bed sheets, blue paint that covered walls, it was Paisley’s room. Only she wasn’t in there. Elle looked around the room, under the bed, in her stuffed animals, behind her mirror, but she wasn’t there. That’s when she heard a soft cry from Paisley’s closet. Elle stepped near the closet, thinking Paisley just had a bad dream, but when she opened it she saw Paisley’s mom, Mrs. Huxley, lying on her back softly crying with a gapping hole in her mid-section, somehow she was still alive. Paisley was hunched over her mother, eating what Elle could only imagine was her stomach. In the corner of the closet was her father, dead. Blood was smeared across her face, dripping from her nose. “I just wanted a midnight snack.” Paisley said, with an innocent smile.
“Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again.” “What if we leave.” “Where would we go?” “Anywhere. Away.” “Be realistic. They always follow.” “They can’t hurt us if we don’t give them power.” “Don’t say that Melanie! We’re here because they hate us! They think we’re devil worshipers, evil incarnate.” “You can’t just go.” “If I stay you’ll die.” “I don’t want to live without you Poppy.” “I know you’ll find someone, I love you.” “Don’t go. Please.” “I’m doing this for you. You don’t deserve this.” “I love you more than anything.” “I love you too, Melanie.”
I love you. I think we are lost or maybe confused. I’m lost. Confused. You said you would love me forever, but is this really love? Fighting until dusk, smoking until dawn. The only laughter we share anymore comes from either ridicule or jealousy. Everything was passionate, my love for you. Now, only the fighting is passionate, your love for me. Am I demanding, needy? Are you jealous, bitter? I rope you in and you act as expected. Is it anyones fault? Yours or mine? Both? I loved you. Goodbye My Lover.
“No,” I sat at the dinner table along with my brother, mom, and dad. “I just don’t understand why you can’t give it a try.” My mom sat next to my older brother, Henry, picking at her overcooked chicken, while prying at me, wondering why I wouldn’t go along with some investment scam. “Because it’s a scheme to exploit the grieving.” “They’re helping. Maybe you’ll find someone who wants to be your friend.” “Who wants to be friends with a killer?” “I didn’t kill her, Henry!“ “You started that fire on purpose!” “Both of you calm down,” my mother looked at my dad in a looking of longing for stability. The one thing all of us want other than getting Rachel back was stability. A sense of everything would be fine at one point. With a sigh I gave up on the idea that my mom would ever understand what I want or if I was fine, “I’m gonna get more water.” “Your glass is half full,” Henry pointed out in an annoyed tone. I took a moment to look around the dining room until stepping towards a fake plant near the door to the kitchen. “I’m gonna get more water,” I said with a grin. I miss her, she was the only thing keeping me sane in a house full of lunatics. None of them knew what it was like, being hated and ridiculed. I visit her everyday in the hospital but I can’t get forgiveness from any of them, not even Rachel, my own sister. Henry’s right though, I did start it on purpose. But it wasn’t supposed to hurt her, just scare her. She had it coming anyway. I saw her flirting with Will, she knows he’s mine, plus, she has Justin, a cheater deserves to be punished. Maybe I should go. No one understands why I really did it any way. I don’t want to be some teenager rotting in prison instead of living my life like any teen should be.
