I thought home is where the heart is, but why did my home seem so hellbent on tearing my heart apart?

The pain usually starts if I'm not back by evening. Its bloody four o'clock today. Hissing, I doubled over on the sidewalk, the pain overtaking my senses. What the fuck was happening?

Hesitantly, I placed a kiss on the mark, praying it worked like last time. Thank the Gods it did. The mark was.... unique to say the least. A white heart surrounded by a bunch of hands. Parents claim I was born with it. I'll buy that lie as soon as the day people stop fucking the world up.

I've always known that my house is scarily "different", yet all my parents saw was its advantages. My dad took a job close to the house, claiming that cost was saved. Would have been logical..... if he didn't change his job after settling. Why were my parents so against leaving? Wasn't my constant agony enough to open their eyes? How much more will they ask me to suffer?

"Hell no." I was close to the house but I dreaded entering it. I wasn't ready to face all those nightmares; I wasn't ready to relive the past where I once had a joyful soul. I realized with time that you can't really trust people, not when crazy things were a regular occurrence in your life. Have you ever tried telling your friend that your house was haunted? I did. Look where it got me. Nowhere.....

I was planning on turning my back on the house, alas the burn came back stronger than ever. I yelped, running inside, relieved to rid myself of the throbbing pain. It was cold, as usual. I shivered, not really enthusiastic about taking my coat off but well bibidy bobidy boo, my coat was gone. I saw my mother, seeing the incident from the end of the hall.

"I suppose the wind took my coat right mom?" Sarcasm dripped from my words.

"O-of course it d-did. Its awfully windy out there." I rolled my eyes.

"Save the BS. I'm going to bed." I saw pain in her eyes, begging me to understand something. I wish I understood what that "something" meant sooner.

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No matter the denial, no matter my desperation to ignore its presence, I always feel it. My room was the coldest and as much as I detest coming in, I needed to freaking sleep. Then again, when was the last time I actually slept? I walked in, overly cautious of my surroundings. Instantly, the door closed behind me with a bang. Startled I jumped, looking behind me in fear, to discover.... Nothing.

"Happy thoughts, happy thoughts." I whispered

"I craved you, oh how much I craved you all!" I whirled around, the television blasting IT Chapter TWO. The door was constantly opening and closing, banging with the thin walls of my room. I ran towards the bathroom without another thought in my mind.

"Why aren't you already used to this shit?" I muttered, huddling away in a corner. "Thank God I don't get attacked in the bathroom." Right then, I heard the tap slowly open. Water dripped like a haunting melody, at least... I thought that was water. Slowly it became reddish in colour, to transform to a thick red substance. "And you fucking jinxed it, hats off Alaina." Scrambling to my feet, I turned the doorknob.

"The S.O.B locked it!" Though I knew I wasn't strong enough to kick the door off its hinges, I'd still do it like a dumb bitch. "HOW FUN CAN IT BE TO TORMENT A 20-YEAR- OLD FOR TEN FUCKING YEARS?!" Saying I was frustrated would be an understatement. No matter how long this torment went on, it always surprised me. Whatever it was discovered different ways to torment me. Its recent play was 'Hide and Scream;' the entity's words, not mine. It would be gone for a while, maybe a month or more, then come back to destroy whatever peace I established during that time. Its funny because I knew it would always come back to me, to inflict harm; yet every time it goes for over a month, false hope grew on me, and it knew that all too well. Hope was supposed to give us strength; The thing I received so far was gut-wrenching pain.

"Hello little dove." I froze. It never spoke, besides in my dreams.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." His singsong voice only proved one thing. I. Was. So. Fucked.