Chapter 2

I'm awake, I feel the sweat dripping from my body, I rip the covers off me and I stand, I'm awake, I look at my arms and my legs, it was just a dream, right? It felt so real, was it a dream? I don't move, my body is still recovering, what was that?, the sweat that was on my body has turned ice cold and dribbles down my body, I need a goddamn shower I think to myself, I wander to the bathroom and turn the rusty handles until the water awkwardly pours out of the half working shower head, I take my underwear off and slip into the shower, the heat fills me with life and reminds me that I am alive, what was that!?.

School, the place that I have learnt to hate but not because of that we get homework or that we have talk Infront of other students or we get told off for not having done homework. I hate school because I can't talk to people, not literally but whenever someone talks to me I feel like a rope is twisting itself around my stomach and then my voice wheezes and I just can't talk to people so my days are sat in the library reading books about horror, or anything related It just entertains me, horror, the way it is written, the details, I guess I got it from my dad he used to love books about the horror he once even wrote one, I read it and that's when I started to like books about horror, my dad used to take me across towns and pick up as many books as we could, my dad's favourite author was Stephen king witch I never really have read his books, my dad always told me to read it but I never did. I and my dad was even starting to write our very own horror book, we got halfway through but before we could finish it, my dad died, well not died but he went missing and no one has ever found him for 8 years so my family told me that he is most likely dead I mean I get why they said that because they didn't want me to find false hope even though he might be dead something tells me he's not, I feel it, it's like something telling me that he's alive, I wonder if he is?

Lunch passed quickly and so did school, luckily. I always enjoy the walks home from school, watching kids laugh with their mates and watching the world go by right Infront of my eyes, I always take my time when strolling home, watching the trees blow in the cold wind that pushes itself against my whole body, I tend to pay attention to the smallest of details around me, I always have, just the littlest things fascinate me, amaze me even.

I get to the door of my house, I knock on my door gently I know if I knock too loud my mum will think it's someone she owes money to, I wait for a response an answer but the house remains quiet, I knock again, harder, not too hard but enough though that she can hear me, I wait again, no response, I knock a couple more times and wait but still nothing, I did use to have my own key but I lost it at school and mum said she's not wasting money on a new key, I make my way round to the back garden and start to stare at the houses next to mine, each one with its own story, it's very own life of being used by people coming and going over the years, painted and covered by the people who change them to their own liking. I reach the back garden and look over to grass that's overgrown and the weeds have taken their places in every direction of view, I walk to the back door and press down on the handle, it flies open.