Author's Note: This is the REAL part 4, sorry for the mix-up. It is a little long, to make up for last week.
The death of my sister was too much to bare. I am depressed.
I'm feeling lonely.
I want her back . . .
I've got Samantha, my true love. I've got my mother, the person I turn to. It just doesn't seem enough. Despair.
The glowing glaze from the midnight moon shone over the shady windows of the car. 'Twas a night I will never forget. Revenge and angst poured out upon my heart. 'Twas a day I'll never forget.
We were peeking closer to the house and I noticed Joey and Sarah outside waiting for us. I knew the devastating conversation would arise, and I would anxiously try to avoid it. There was nothing I could do change what happened, but I wish there was. I tightly grasped Samantha's hands and we stopped.
"I wish there was something I could do . . ." Samantha said.
We got out the car unto the foggy, yet watery grass. Even the flowers look depressed, all hunched over upon the ground. Joey and Sarah ran to greet us, not looking as depressed.
"What happened, are you okay?" asked Sarah.
"We're fine; I think you two can go home now. I will tell you later." I said
"But, what happened?"
"GO HOME! He doesn't want to talk. Let him be." screeched Samantha
I already walked on, letting Samantha handle the situation. I didn't want to talk. Life won't be the same; I won't get the calls from her at break. Her life has ended, and she was gone. I mentally felt gone as well.
Samantha constantly began to argue with Joey and Sarah; they were already peeking in on my problems.
"Joey, Sarah where is my mom?"
"Come to think about it, she never really returned." said Joey.
"She never returned, not even once? Did you not see the car? Are you sure?"
"We're quite sure, we would have known, we were here all day since you left awaiting her and you guys."
"Ok, well thanks anyways . . ." I said curiously.
Joey and Sarah left, but they left confused. I should have told them what happened, but it was all too soon to set apart my body and mind.
"We should call her, Bob."
"Let's hurry I hope she is alright!"
I shunned the front door for a second and looked up at my window, noticing something very out of the ordinary.
"Samantha, did you see that?"
"See what?"
"My light just went off, someone is inside!"
"Let's go check! Someone must be inside!"
We quickly ran through the door and went up the stairs. It seemed like these stairs seemed longer than they actually were. 1 flight of stairs felt like years to me and Samantha.
There was a sharp, screech sound coming through the room. We were at my room door, both anxiously waiting for the next person to make the first move. We stood blankly at each other, wondering who would make the first move.
The light randomly turned back on. There were shadows from under the door, moving forward and backwards. Whoever it was, they were awaiting us.
Samantha threw her hands at the door knob and shoved it open. There was a figure, starring right at us with an evil glare. The eyes were sharp green and the figure was not so tall.
Then all the sudden, a tingly sensation ran throughout my body.
Samantha fell.
- TO BE CONTINUED.
