I waited for my parents on a cold, winter's night. I heard a call, though not my mother's nor my dad's. I was all alone, in a house I never called home.
We moved last summer, when our house burned down. This was supposed to be temporary living they say. But we've been here six months now. A 26th of my life passed in this house.
But then, I heard a knock. I jumped. It wasn't mother's sweet tapping or my dad's rat a tat tat. But a hard one. Just three knocks I heard.
I slowly got up from the sofa, the rough feel was like the rest of this house. Nasty. I tiptoed to the door, hoping that was a one off from my parents.
I then heard a voice "Vanessa, please open up." It sounded like mother yet she had the keys. Maybe she lost them or something. I then opened the door hoping to see her soft face.
I screamed. It was my parents yet they were so lifeless, lying down outside our house. Bleeding like there was no tomorrow. Which there wasn't. For them. But they may not be a tomorrow for me. I slammed the door as quick as I could, took many deep breaths and rushed up to my room. Hoping that this was all a nightmare.
I saw my empty room and sighed. The same as usual, with the camp bed and everything and my only toy that survived. Kitty the princess cat from an old movie that mother used to watch when she was little. I seen it a few years ago and raised my eyebrows. It was so 80's, not in the 21st century.
I cuddled up with her in my camp bed, taking deep breaths every time. I heard the snowstorm coming. My camp bed was like the Snow Queen. Cold and bitter. But then I heard footsteps. I froze. Who was that, I thought as I stayed rooted to my camp bed. But then, my door opened and I heard a deep voice "Vanessa, why are you alone?" it sounded menacingly, nasty.
I didn't answer. hoping the voice would leave. Five minutes passed and no words went in my ear, I felt something else. A knife in my eye. The last words I heard was a girl's "That's for being happy without me."
And that's when I passed on.
