A/N: Hey everybody! I decided to continue because people enjoyed the last chapter and reviewed. Thank you! I'm still not sure how I will continue the story, it was originally meant to be a one-shot...
So if you have any suggestions on what you think should happen next, review please? It would mean lots. Enjoy this next chapter!

A deathly scream pierced my ears.

My mother was lying on the ground, her eyelids fluttering and eyelashes glistening from the light penetrating the house through the window of our living room. Her cheek left cheek was a blood red that was transforming into purple. She laid in a position that was surely uncomfortable, her arms stretched in awkward angles above her and her legs twisted. Father was towering above her, casting a shadow from above, his fists still clenched.

I stood, merely feet from her, completely and utterly powerless.

Suddenly, I felt weightless as my soul was wrenched from my body. My knees buckled and I fell into pitch black darkness.

Seconds later, my eyes opened. I was leaning against our front door frame, inhaling the sweet air; the fumes of the roses and tulips intoxicating me. The breeze was gentle, warm, and welcoming against my skin as it knotted my hair. I waved to my mom as she climbed into her car and drove away.

The last time I would see her alive.

Again, I was falling into oblivion, moving fast, my surroundings turning into a blur. When everything came back to focus, I was watching a young boy in a black suit standing before a casket. Then he turned towards me, and I realized he was myslef; watching as my mother was plummeted into the depths of the earth. He was looking in my direction, but he was staring right through me, as if I wasn't there. I guessed that he couldn't see me, so I turned around and noticed that he was looking at his father who was standing behind me. I could see the subtle curl of his lips, as if smirking. At his own wife's funeral. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

Everything blurred once again, and when my eyesight returned, I was back in my own body. Father was in front of me, his pupils a dark island within a red sea. Veins protruded through his pale skin, the green vines tangling on his forehead. His lips were pinned together, all color drained from them. In one hand, he was holding a belt, in the other, a bottle of wine. He brought the belt up, and time slowed. His arm looked as if it was moving through honey. I sluggishly brought my arms up to protect myself. When the belt was millimeters away from igniting my skin, I opened my mouth to shriek, but it was a pitiful attempt because no noise escaped.

My eyes shot open, and I was back in the dark closet. When I woke, my entire body was trembling. I struggled to sit up as my entire body was sore and bruised. It was too dark to see, so I gently traced a path up my leg with my fingers and felt several lumps. My head was throbbing and I could barely manage to think.

I looked to my left and the closet wall crept up on me, threatening to suffocate me. I crawled to the right but that wall was closing in as well. I looked up and the ceiling was going to crush me. I pulled my knees into my chest and put my face in them, rocking involuntarily.

"This is it," I thought, "This is the end of me. The walls will crush me. They'll crush me!"

"Help!" I shrieked. "Help me! I'm going to die! Help," my voice cracked, "Daddy! Daddy help me! Daddy, please! Daddy!"

I began to sob into my knees, rocking fervently.

"Daddy," I whispered to myself, the walls now inched away from compressing my body, "Don't you love me?"

At that moment, I heard someone fumbling at they lock. The door cracked open, a ray of light blinding me. Father bended down and grabbed me by the collar, dragging me out of the closet.

"Idiot," he whispered under his breath, "You're not going to die!" His voice raised. "You're an idiot, you do know that, Tobias?"

I didn't even look up at him. I just kicked him in the shin, ran down the hallway, and locked myself in my room. I dropped to the ground and grunted as I landed on my bruised side. I held back tears as I heard frightening stomps heading towards me.

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~Nathalie