Chapter 3 : The start of the apocalypse

This all made sense! Why my parents were being so weird and sneaky! But why didn't they tell me sooner. I mean if they are the loving family who took me in as their own then…… WAIT! That must have been the weird dreams I had been having!! And why they wanted to take me to Dr. Sleevmoore! He must be a psychologist or something!

I snuck back to my room where I had the rest of my night, ready to roast my parents the next morning.

I woke up to the heavy smell of eggs,bacon and pancakes that tickled my nose. I took a nice, long shower and before I knew it, my eyes betrayed me and i was asleep.

I was woken up by the loudest screams I had ever heard. My eyes popped dead open and my first instinct was mom and dad! I splashed out of the bathtub and wrapped myself up in my bath robe. I dashed to the living room but there was No one. No mum. No dad.

And not only that but the room looked like a construction site. Cushion fluff was all over the place and all the vases and lamps were broken. Everything was dead silent and all i could hear was the sizzling of the butter that embraced the bacon on the pan. I turned the pan off and knelt to the ground with my wet hair dripping over my shoulders, fear and anxiety embracing and overwhelming me.