Summer House

The Summer House

It was by the end of the summer when I got there, one year had passed. And as I stood in front of the place my heart raced. Somebody was in there, waiting for me to go in. I could see him through the broken glass. Nobody had bothered fix it. And I wouldn't either.

Slowly moving towards to the stairs I started to feel bad about some things of my past, such as fighting with my family or never saying how much I loved them... every word I never pronounced now hit me. I teared up but kept going on. I mean, come on, I never really felt it, why would I say such things?

Never... Right?

That moment I started doubting my actions, every step closer to the front door turned into a step closer to hell. All the things I've done came back like a strike, including things I've never thought I had done it. Like when I killed my dog and buried it on the backyard. I thought he had ran away. I would too.

As much as I wanted turn my back and leave, I couldn't, the house was calling me and I could not ignore.

When I finally entered the living room...

I blacked out.

Was the summer my grandpa died and everything went wrong. I was with my parents at a restaurant, I went to the ladies room and climbed the small window, took the road back to the house and ran as fast as I could, like I knew something bad was happening, when I got there and grabbed a machete and dragged inside, so heavy. I opened the door and there he was, that black soul, it's face was smiling to me. I saw my grandpa and held the machete up, he was alarmed, grandma was following him, coming down the stairs. I used all my strength to hit my grandfather's neck, I didn't mean to harm the dark unusual soul in the house, I wanted harm my family. I was sick of them, I wanted it, I wanted them all to die and I had to do it.

I didn't remember that but I knew now, I wanted, I couldn't stay much longer and grandma had seen everything, I could tell she wouldn't say a word, she was in shock. So I went back to the restaurant dragging the machete and left it under the dumpster, where nobody would notice. It was like nothing had happened. I was surprised by my mother, whom came worried, and I was taking a bit too long to go back to the table. I was sorry, I lied, I didn't mean it. Never did.

When we got back we were surprised the police was there, I could see how I freaked out, tons of shadows were moving around me, showing me how everything happened. What I couldn't understand was why she didn't tell them it was me. Why my grandmother didn't say I had done it?

A voice came inside my mind "She was already gone", the dark shadow in front of me smiled, something evil, someway comforting.

Like I was gone.

That's why she didn't try stop me, or told anyone. And would that explain her weird actions during the years? Many questions came, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I allowed myself to smile and walked around.

I was home, finally home.

I was ready to move on. When the shadow came closer and offered a deal. It would be beneficial for both of us so I didn't see any good reason to still be in this world.

I mean, I was over it. I had nothing to lose. I was gone for a while already, I had nothing to keep me fighting. I had nothing, and even when I had it, I didn't want it. So I said yes.

Would be a waste of money to not be able to enjoy my new face, but the shadow would, I knew.

The summer house was the last memory I had of who I was and was also the place I died inside. I gave place to the darkness, I embraced it.

That's why I needed to be back, I could understand now. I had to finally close the deal.

And is done now.