Endless

Endless Ch3

          It was summer 1727 Morier swayed in the breeze outside her home with an old kite in hand as it tossed and turned in the dry air above her. She wished she were that kite. So free and alive. It was her tenth birthday. Quickly looping the string to a chair near the door before going inside, her and her mother had just gotten back from the market they hadn’t had the doll Morier wanted so badly, the one her father promised that he would get the money for just in time for her special day, but she didn’t mind not having it yet. She could wait. Though she knew she would wait forever. The house was quiet; for the most part. She could hear a sharp yelp from the back room that sent a chill down her spine. “Daddy? Brother?” She called out into the emptiness, stepping forward slowly closer to the sound. She hadn’t remembered to remove her shoes before letting her feet touch the ground in her home. She knew mother would most defiantly punish her later but she couldn’t stop. Something was pulling her closer and closer. She hovered outside the door to her parent’s room; it was cracked open ever so slightly. Something didn’t smell right it burned her nose as she breathed in. She placed both small hands upon the door and pushed it open. Frozen she stood as horror was created before her eyes. Blood. Everywhere. Motionless her father lay on the red stained floor in puddles of red. The walls, the furniture. Morier began breathing heavily her entire body shook in fear when it came into focus through blurred tear drenched vision. Her brother, Adam stood hovered over her father his hands dripped with blood, hands… not shaking, not scared, she inhaled sharply, a pain that crippled her lungs. He was not trying to save him… He was the one killing him. Her brother, the person she loved more than her existence. The one person she looked up to, her hero was ripping the life from her ‘Daddy.’ Morier’s shriek rung out from her small body as she backed up into the wall in the hallway. Her mother near having a heart attack in the kitchen called out to her. “Morier! What is wrong with you? Why are you screaming in my house!”  Morier could hear her mother’s footsteps closing in… closer, closer. She felt her life coming to an end.