Save Me

Suffering Under The Weight Of It

I just wanted to say real quick that I am thankful for the readers of this story. It hasn't been easy to write and I know my writer's block had to be annoying for everyone to deal with. But this story is now complete, like I promised. Please don't hate me when you read the last word. There will be another book. I thought this would be the last one but the way I originally set it up, everything was accomplished and that's part of the reason I had writer's block. So there will be another book. It's fittingly called Help Me. I'll be posting the first chapter after I finish Oranges & Roses and get a little further into Dead Lines. Not too much of a wait I hope. 

Thank you everyone for reading this story.

Partially Edited. 

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The house was quiet by the time I found myself standing in the entry way. It was well after ten and if my father was the same man he was two months ago, I was in for a scolding.

Or at least I thought I was.

Unlike two months ago, however, my father wasn’t waiting for me to come home. I never really broke curfew before but I was looking for some kind of reaction from him now besides that far away look he was always giving me.

The light was on in the living room but no one was in there. Everything was left the way it was when I left for school that morning. But as I moved around more, I couldn’t help there was something wrong. By the time I made it to the kitchen, I was thoroughly freaked out.

Where was my father?

Why wasn’t he waiting up for me?

There was a note propped up on the counter by a water glass. In my father’s handwriting were the words:

Dinner is in the microwave. Eat before you go.

Go? Go where?

The back door flew open and a freezing cold breeze came through. This was not going to freak me out. My father didn’t close the door all the way. That’s what was going on. As quickly as I could, I ran over to the back door and closed it. There was no resistance and the cold air was cut off instantly. But as I locked the door, I couldn’t help but wonder where the cold air had come from. Yeah it was January but there was no wind when I was on my way home.

My father and Amber were the only air people I knew in town. Out of the pair of them, Amber would be the most likely to do this but it didn’t feel like her. She was more subtle and less mysterious.

Was it a ghost?

Or was it something a lot worse?

I stared at the door like one of us was crazy, more than likely it was the door because I just had my mental capacity tested. I was completely sane despite what I’d been through.

That was until the lights cut off, leaving me in the dark.

It was just a faulty fuse. That’s all. There was nothing out of sorts going on here.

A creak of the floor boards just above my head told me that even though I wanted to believe it, it was not a faulty fuse.

After that, I was at the mercy of my panic and fear. My heart rate skyrocket and as I took a step backwards, away frm the door, I could’ve sworn my footsteps were as loud as a herd of elephants.

This was not happening to me again. It wasn’t. But as I looked around, I noticed the microwave was gone along with the coffee pot, mixer, the container that we kept the utensils in. Everything…was just gone. There was even a white sheet covering the table and there were suitcases sitting next to the door leading in from the living room. The box I got when Peter and I were snooping around sat on the counter next to the suitcases…