Societies Misfits (Completed)

Chapter Six

I awake to the brushing of tree branches hitting my window with furious wind cycles as the ember of red leaves slowly turn a ting of green as it hits the window outside. I Lay stiff on my perfectly untouched bed which is covered in bold colors of lime green and Magenta edging intertwined at the seams. My feet touch the cold ground as I make it to the bathroom. The room is muggy as I turn the light switch on to reveal the inside of my bathroom has been completely covered in shards of glass as I put two and two together and notice the mirror has been smashed into one million little pieces.

As I try to make out what has caused this to happen, I walk straight over the glass each bit slowly digs in a little deeper into my feet as I walk to shower. The water is cold and my feet are cut to shreds as I ever so carefully sit on the cold floor of the shower. With pure patience, I ever so carefully pluck out each and every piece of broken glass in my foot. I scream in pain as I pull the tiny pieces of glass out of my foot but I am quickly silenced by the loud humming noise coming from downstairs.

I hop out of the shower and wrap a towel around me as I am now following the beautiful sing-song voice coming from downstairs. I walk on our fluffy white carpet which is aligned on the hallway floor which is now slowly turning a pure dark red as my footsteps cover the floor with blood. Each agonizing step I take the more the remainder of the glass digs deeper into the souls of my feet.

At the head of the staircase, I see Cassandra standing at the bottom of the lavish staircase in her black overalls scrubbing a reddish type stain off out of the tiles in the kitchen. I make the choice to sit on the stairs and slide down not wanting to feel more pain in my cut up feet. Making my way slowly down the stairs on my butt I was suddenly greeted with a dizziness feeling as I topple headfirst down the remainder of the stairs and onto my knees which are now pulsing with pain and are dripping with blood and missing skin.

As I crawl on my bloody knees to the dining room. Sitting atop the dining room table which seats twelve dinner guests I lift up my leg onto the table and watch as all the blood drip down from my wounded knees to my achy glass infested feet as I realize I can no longer feel anything from the stomach down. I scream for help as Cassandra runs up behind me and starts choking me to death. I start blacking out all my earliest memories of my childhood flash before me. Before the darkness takes my soul into eternal despair I see a tall figure standing behind my mother as she watches in horror as I'm being strangled to death by our crazed deranged maid.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I wake up in a pool of my own sweat as I sit up in a panic hazed gasping for air on the cold ground of my basement. Max is on the floor next to me and he turns to me with his eyes half closed.

"Whats wrong," He says swinging at me in the dark basement trying to find my hand to comfort me

"I just had a nightmare," I say realizing that I'm at home safe and not in danger.

He turns his head and doses off to sleep

I get up out of my sleeping bag and run to the stairs in the basement and sit down just to be sure that I was dreaming and don't have glass in my feet.

This dream was the most real and most graphic dream I've ever had. Everything about it felt more and more real, from the broken glass in my feet to Cassandra strangling me or the man in the black cloak shooting my mother. I don't know what is wrong with me I think to myself as I walk up the stairs. Why do I keep dreaming like this?

Do I have something deep in me that's subconsciously telling me to kill or is my dream warning me about something darker and greater than I could ever imagine?

Upstairs most of the lights are still on as I walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. My head is still aching from drinking earlier in this long exhausting hell of a night.

The kitchen is surprising all cleaned up from the party with most of the pizza boxes and cupcakes all either put away in the refrigerator or in the trash can. It's still pretty dark outside as I take a sip of water from my mug that says "Morning Princess" which Clair bought me as I joke gift a couple years ago. Not for my birthday or anything.

Clair and I every so often will go out to really cheap stores and buy the most outrages random items we can find that neither one of us particularly want or need and will give it to each other the next day at school.

I suddenly have this extreme urge to brew myself some green tea. I open the door to the perfectly organized pantry which Cassandra has organized by colors and food categories. My very impressive tea collection has been placed in the center of the pantry on display to the wonderful. world. I have a little over 30 boxes of tea. Some I just enjoy the scents of, but for the most part, I do eventually drink them all. I reach on my tippy toes for the green colored box which is my favorite flavor labeled "Mint green tea" I reach for it and see nothing inside it but the box lonesome box itself.

"That's weird," I think to myself as I remember quite vividly buying a brand new box of this kind of tea a couple weeks ago.

Thankfully I push away all the other boxes behind out of the way including my huge collection of limited English breakfast chamomile and licorice green tea which I ordered online from London. And let me just tell you the shipping costs were insane. To even ship one box of 10 tea bags out it would cost $25 for shipping. So imagine ordering eleven boxes. A lot of the boxes haven't even been opened or touched yet and just sit there collecting unnecessary dust.

I take the small teabag out of the box and run over to the counter where my cup is and place the tea bag in my mug which has now been filled to the brim with boiling hot water.

While I wait for it to brew I check the lounge room plus the dining room to see every if any unwanted partygoers are still here, and surprisingly no-one is here from what I can see. I sit on the couch and wait peacefully for my tea to finish brewing.

I hear what sounds like snores coming from behind the couch and sure enough, as I peek over the side I see Sean and Piper both still here snuggled up together.

I tap Sean on the shoulder "You guys should go it's late"

He jolts awake awkwardly and opens one eye.

"K," he says and whispering in Pipers ear

"Come on I will take you home its late bub," he says as she quickly wakes up and realizes she's still here at my house.

"Hey Bridget, Happy birthday," she says with a cheerfully tired voice.

I completely forget that today is my birthday like my actual birthday, not my birthday party but I'm officially Seventeen.

Which is honestly the craziest thing to think that I only have one more year of school than I will be finished forever and will go off to college with Clair Brent and we will party our hearts out.

"Thank you," I say and they take their things and walk to the front door.

"Wait, guys, I can order you an Uber if your too drunk," I say not wanting Sean of Piper driving under the influence.

"Nah it's good I don't feel tipsy anymore, I needed that nap," Sean says smiling and waves goodbye while his keys giggling in his hand.

I can smell my green tea from the kitchen as I make my way over the cold wooden floor.

The first sip is pleasant yet extremely strong. I don't know how long I left the tea bag in for but man it's like I've put five teabags in instead of just one. I sip my tea slowly as I watch the sun ever so slightly show a light shade of blue.

Mentally deciding to check on Clair and Brent I make my way through our hallway and stop dead in my tracks.

"My mom's office light is on," I think to myself as my eye catches her office door which the light is peeking through under the cracks.

I have actually never been in my mom's office before because it's always locked and mom says it's not really anything special just where she does her work but still why would she be up so early working?

I knock on the door waiting for a response.

"Mom are you in there?" I say out loud and there is most definitely no response coming from the inside.

I slowly open the door and see no one inside of the office but my mom's pink and white notebook and her rose gold MacBook which are both placed on her desk. Thank God she got home safely last night, I say to myself as I try to remember my mom arriving home.

Her office is actually pretty clean but at the same time weird. Like I would not ever expect my mom to have this kind of decor in her office let alone in her very own house. She has awfully placed random checkbooks thrown everywhere. Brown wooden walls and green carpet that looks like it hasn't been cleaned for centuries. It almost reminds me like I've been teleported back into the 70's when wallpaper was in style. I walk inside wanting to inspect what she has in her office just out of curiosity bored and boredom. I place my mug on the desk and look around at the walls.

There is nothing personal in here at all. No photos, art of any sort and not even her famous paintings that she buys every year from an art dealer. It's just all bare and very underwhelming.

I sit on her desk chair and spin around aimlessly bored of everything and anything that is in this room.

After spinning around for five times I notice something in the corner of my eye. High up on the top of her unorganized bookshelf, I spot a grey safe hidden behind books from authors I've never heard of before "Seven super hacks by Georgia Christian" and "Keeping your computer safe by Bill J.Younger"

"Very peculiar", I say to myself as I wheel the desk chair over to the bookshelf so I can stand on top of it to try to reach the top of the shelf to investigate further. I wouldn't say I am In particularly short but when I say this bookshelf is towering over me I mean like if you stacked four huge couches on top of each other that is his tall it is. I hold on for dear life like I cat clawing onto your leg when they hear a loud sound or truck zooming past. I steady myself as I can finally reach for the books which are covering/ terribly obviously hiding safely.

What would my mom need a safe for? I think to myself as I try to guess the combination. 5701 which is my birthday "March 7th, 2001" I turn the lock and it doesn't open just stays their perfectly untouched.

I ever so Carefully jump down from the computer chair finding it absolutely useless for me to fiddle with a locked safe.

"Whatever in it my mom probably wants to keep it hidden and safe," I say to myself and I resume spinning on the leather chair.

But suddenly I hear someone marching down the stairs at a very loud and alarming speed and I quickly duck under the table scared that if my mom finds me in here she will freak. Once when I was little Clair and I had a sleepover at my house and I opened a jar of cookies and mom flipped out saying I couldn't eat them and that there was a perfectly good opened box already in the pantry.

The footsteps get even louder as they finally stop outside the office. I hold my breath as the door swings open and hits the side of the wall as I am hit with the smell of Chanel perfume that mom has always worn since I could remember takes over the scent of the room.

She walks in wearing her pink uggs which I can just barely from under the desk and I start breathing heavily as she runs to the bookshelf with a golden key in her hand.

I gasp as she turns the safe over which too me looked like the safe was heavy and I could see her struggling to even lift it. At the very bottom of the safe, she places the key inside the small keyhole.

It takes only one twist of the key for the door of the safe to fling open. She places the safe on the top of me above the desk and I can hear her rummaging through it all like a madman.

An envelope drops on the side of the desk and just as I'm about to reach for it my mom grabs it quickly with such force I swear she tore some of her nail off. She shoves the safe back on the shelf and begins to again hide it all behind the awfully chosen books on the shelf. Mom turns the lights off in the office and I hear a turn of the lock as I realize something major

I'm locked in my mother's disgustingly decorated office with no way out!

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