She shuffled through the house as quietly as possible, checking all the windows were locked up tight. The door to the back garden was double checked and the front door triple checked. She had to be sure. She even checked the upstairs windows despite their height from the ground. She couldn’t sleep until she’d checked them all.
All alone. All alone. Alone. Alone. Alone
I’m completely out of my depth. Huddled behind a wall that is in no way tall enough to hide me from sight. I don’t know what to do.
They always say that when the anger comes you see red. She assumed that meant that your vision went, everything masked behind a veil of red. It doesn’t quite work like that though. She’s angry, sure. Fucking furious. Can hardly contain her trembling hands in her pockets. She’s so angry she can’t stop moving. But the only red she sees is the blood.
So much of it.
The door remained unopened despite all their fears. There was no dawn raid. No hammering fists demanding that they come out with their hands above their heads. They had gotten away with it.
Knock knock knock
The door looms over her and she stands in the pouring rain. She could let herself inside, she still has the key but it doesn’t seem appropriate. The heavy rain means she can’t hear if anyone is coming but the hallway light stays off so she knows there’s no one on the other side. She considers just leaving. But the car is parked out front so she knows someone is home. Someone who is ignoring the door.
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