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Porcelain Ch15

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When one of your senses is cut off from the others your other ones over compensate for it. While losing my sight in the dark room I could almost feel the dark. It was an inky black substance that covered my skin and chilled it. I could hear Lydia’s footsteps while she walked away from the room. The darkness got colder the farther away she got. It was torture.

I pressed my ear against the door to see if I could hear what was going on, but it was just a jumble of words too far away to be heard by anyone through the thick door. The only thing that I heard was a single loud bang. Not a gunshot bang, but a kind of heavy things toppling to the floor.

Bang!

That was a gunshot. I back away from the door and crouch in a corner on the other side of the house. I put my hands to my ears and try to make myself as small as I could. My heart raced in my chest, the pulse pounding in my ears as the silence stretched on and on. The doorknob jiggled, I jumped a little, then pressed myself into the corner as far as I could. The door creaked open, light slowly poured into the room. Lydia peaked her head into the room. I let out one long breath.

“Are you okay Lo~la?” She asks me. I nod my head and stand up from my crouch.

“I heard a gunshot. Is everyone okay?”

“It was a warning, to get Julie to get out of here. I scared her off.”

“Do you think she’ll come back?”

“I hope not. Dan is on the phone with the police right now. Hopefully they’ll find her before she tries to get to you again.”

I stand and just absorb what I have been told. No one was hurt. And Julie is still running free at the moment.

“Am I safe here?” I ask.

“To be honest, I think you are about as safe here as you would be anywhere; Other than the police station. But I know that you don’t want to stay there.” She responds. I just nod my head.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” I tell her.

“I’ll get you a towel then. I’ll bring it in for you.” She says to me. I walk over to the guest bathroom and turn on the hot water. Making sure the door was locked behind me and the window was closed I strip down to nothing and get into the hot water. The hot water burns along my scar tissue, but my crystalized hand doesn’t register the temperature of the water. But maybe it’s more than just my hand that doesn’t feel the temperature. I try to pinch the skin above my hand. It’s placid and aches after I let go. I let out a sigh of relief knowing that nothing more than my hand had crystalized.

Someone knocks at the door. I jerk my head up.

“Lo~la, it’s just me, I’m gonna come in and put your towel on the counter, okay?” Lydia calls through the door.

“Mm-kay.” I yell back. The door opens letting in a blast of icy cold air that sends a chill down my back. I see her through the fogged glass of the shower set the towel down and leave the room, closing the door right behind her.

After standing in the hot water for more than twenty minutes longer I decide that the pruning skin on my fingers means that I should get out. I shut off the water and drip dry for another minute. I savor the warmth of the steam a little longer. I get out and grab my towel and work on trying to dry out my tangled mess of hair.

I wrap it around me and look out the window for a moment. A paper was sticking to the inside of the screen, flapping lazily in the wind that was outside. I debate on whether to get it or not. I choose to open the window. As I do the wind rushes at my face unforgivingly cold. The wind nips at my skin spreading goose bumps all along my body. I grab the paper and close the window as fast as I can. I grab the paper and see that it is folded twice, just the perfect size to fit into a purse or a pocket. I open it, curiosity getting the best of me.


You can’t get rid of me that easily.
I will be back for you.
And I’ll finish what I started.
Until then…
Julie


I drop the paper and hold back a scream. She came back to the house; she was right outside the bathroom while I was showering. She could have gotten in if she really had wanted to. I wasn’t safe. I am terrified that she might come back to get me. I sink to my knees and begin to sob as quietly as I can. Perhaps crystalizing wasn’t the worse thing that could happen to me.
Sorry for not updating the story as much as I used to. But here we are. I hope to resume writing this like I used to. 

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