Submission novel Chapter 39

The ragged and torn curtain swayed a little from the soft whisper of cold wind that caressed the broken nook and corners of the ruins of a home it once was. Its just bricks and walls now. Nothing left but the ghost of a reminder accompanied with the shreds and tears of scars. I never thought that the dead monsters of my past will return in such manner and leave me hanging off the edge. I didn't know what to feel, I didn't want to feel. Shock? Life has given me enough experience to deal with that I don't feel surprised anymore. I think you get used to it and its tortures. A time comes after that when you feel nothing but the cold and lonely chill of numbness. Betrayed? Yes maybe I should be feel betrayed by Liza but I can't blame her either because its all my fault.

Liza had this envelope with her when she left. She told me everything will be fine and when she'll return we will have one of our food parties again but this time she said she will cook. I didn't understand what her underlying words meant at that moment and I couldn't ask her either because she was already in her car, disappearing into the sun. I knew something was off but I didn't know what. I never thought she will come here. I never thought she will hide this from me and yet she did. I should have guessed something was wrong when she came downstairs after reading the letter. Her eyes were glossy and she was looking at me with nothing but sympathy. I brushed it off and thought that maybe she was upset because of the reminder of her heart-wrenching past.

The empty envelope felt so heavy in my hands. It's my fault, all of this is my fault. If only I wouldn't have been scared to dive back into my past and tell her all about myself then maybe, just maybe we would still be at our home, having the food party she promised. The demons have returned and this time they don't want me but they want to destroy me, to crush me by taking away the only person I love and care about. It's one of those situations I guess, where you just want to give up and wait for the devil to swallow you inside of its darker self.

Slowly I opened up the envelope, expecting it to be empty but one small piece of paper lying at the bottom pit surged a wave of hope in me. I quickly pulled it out and opened it up with my shaking fingers and once again I found myself with a frown on my forehead. I should be happy that I found a hint but maybe I should be scared instead because the neat cursive handwriting was too familiar to me and that was definitely something I should be scared of. The uncanny resemblance of the strokes of ink to the anonymous letters I have stacked into the dresser shook my entire being.

I am here.