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I've become so numb, I can't feel you there, become so tired, so much more aware, I becoming this, all I want to do, be more like me, and be less like you, can't you see that you're smothering me? Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control, everything that you thought I would be, is falling apart, right in front of you, every step that I take is another mistake to you, every second I waste is more then I can take
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"-aybe a clue to it. Maybe that clue is a-a child who is still haunting the house, still in the depts of the house." I said before licking my lips and sighing.

We began to slowly walk back to my house, trying to figure out if it clicked in our peice of mystery, just if it is just right.

My breathing was steady, but my insides was bouncing everywhere and my heart pounded in a way that gave me goosebumps.

The air felt stale and the silence gave me a strange feeling.

"Mother?...I'm home..." I said in the hallway, it seemed to echo down it.

I finally found myself wonder into the garage and walked to the car that seemed to never moved in days, even though my parents haven't been home in weeks.

I got near the car as it was collecting a speckle of dust, the whole room smelled like fresh blood and rotting meat sitting in the warm sun for too long.

My eyes burned horribly as I looked through the windshield, my heart pounded out of my chest, out of my body, it raced faster as beads of sweat trickled down my neck, it was a horrifying picture in front of me, a stomach turning, sickly painted picture.

My mother's jaw hung low as her shirt was wrinkly and a bit unbuttoned. She had her eyes wide open like child would if they got a puppy for Christmas. She had a pale skin tone then usual as a wrench was In paled into her throat, making a gushing mess that seemed a bit dry, as it seemed if she was there for a while. Her hands were bloody as well as the are slumped onto the steering wheel, like she had tried to fight who ever did it to her.

My father had worse damage then both of them, like he was torchured slowly and painfully. He had a rope around his neck, around the car seat headrest, like he has been choked slowly. His skin is purple and blue around the rope, and his skin was paler then my mother's. His eyes were gashed in with rusty nails, probably from the tool box he never used, with blood running down his face still, warm and slow, silently and gently like the tears I had cried my whole life. His whole body slumped like my mother's, but a bit more. They both still had their grey seatbelts on, tightly, as that was the only thing that kept them up a bit. My father's mouth looked as if someone pulled it more open with their bare hands, making his jaw unhinge as if he was a snake, opening his mouth for prey.

My chest bubbled as my throat held a gag. My emotions didn't show, only a numb feeling landed on my face, making me have a straight face of nothing. My emotions didn't know if I wanted to sob with pity for them or laugh at the karma at them. I backed up slowly, not knowing what to do or how to react.

I have to tell the police, I have to tell someone, I need to leave, right now.

The lights turn off and my stomach imediately flips as if I was doing summer saults.

There was another presents in the room.

"What the fuck!," I screamed as my voice cracked, "leave me alone! You got what you wanted, you greedy fucking sicko!" I yelled on the top of my lungs, with a bit of fear. I instantly threw the fear away and stood more confidently, that's all it wants, fear, and I'm not the one who is going to give it.

A little girls laughter filled my ears like ringing church bells striking noon, a constant reminder of fuckin hell on Earth.

"I only want to play....play with me... play with me... play..." Says the disfigured voice.

"Turn on the fuckin lights and we'll play you fucker, or are you a little bitch like your fucking mother?!" I yelled.

In the darkness a few things were tipping over and smashing on the floor.

"Hit a nerve?" I said, even though it was wrong of me. I shouldn't be fucking with a demon who has a bunch of more powers then I do, even more so since it's a little girl, but a distraction is best sometimes, I need to get out of this fucking garage. Henry is still upstairs, still vunerable.

"You don't hurt me! I know who you are Scarlet.." the voice called out to me, even if the child stated that she had no fear, her voice whimpered a bit, like it did hurt.

I finally had backed up to the metal cold doorknob that I slowly turned.

"Yeah? Good! I'm pretty fucking popular in this house, if I do say so myself!" I yelled into the silent garage, as if I was insanely talking.

The door opened and I crashed into the floor, before scrambling to my feet and closing it.

Yeah, thanks fucker for turning on the lights.

"Henry!," I yelled up the stairs, hoping he was still there, " we have to go out for a hot second!"

Luckily, he responded back as he walked down the stairs with a calm sense.

"Okay, what's up?"

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He's the one who likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, but he knows not what it means
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We can have some more, nature is a whore, bruises on the fruit, tender age in bloom
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Henry's car's headlight flashed on the window of the police station. I silently screamed in fustration of it all, in anger, in sadness, in fear.

I feel like a volcano, a hell of an eruption ready to form, but I hold it all in, all in like always.

I sighed before unbuckling my seatbelt. Henry did the same and followed me into the police station.

I had fear of what to say, how to react. I held my breath as I opened the glass door.

The man at the desk looked up, in his officer outfit, a dark blue, clean and serious.

"May I help you?" He said in a British accent.

I felt like throwing up as I nodded as step further into the station, my mouth dry, and my hopes high.

"Uh, yes, sir...you might think this is crazy, but uh...there seemed to be a murder long ago in my own house and now the soul is haunting me..and killed my parents.." I said in a low voice, trying not to make eye contact or emotions to show.

I could hear Henry's breath hitch as I didn't tell him at all about it, how I kept it a secret. I lied just saying that I wanted to go just to see what they can do for us. The guilt tripped at me
A chuckle came from him. My eyes darted up to the man with Carmel eyes and a thick beard.

"What in the bloody 'ell do you mean ma'am, are you sure you are okay?" He said, looking up in amusement.

I gave him a blank stare.

"Uh, Giano, get a breathalyzer here chap, got to make sure she is alright."

He doesn't believe me. He thinks I'm fully drunk.

Oh my fucking fuck. I'm fucking screwed.

The bigger man with ginger hair held a breathalyzer a few moments later and with no hassle, I blew in it, still in disbelief of this situation.

"She is clear Officer Joe." He said, looking at the breathalyzer before looking at officer Joe and added on, "she might need sleep, that's all."

I blinked and shake my head. "Sir, no, it's true, it-" Joe interupted me.

"Ma'am, if you don't stop with this nonsense, I will have to kick you out personally. We have real situations, not fake arse stories that waste time." Joe said towards me, making me sigh in defeat.

"Thank you sir..." I mumbled before he told Henry to make sure I got to sleep and not drive.

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We sat in the car for a few minutes before I began to talk again.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you Henry.." I said, staring at the grey dashboard.

"It's alright... it's hard to explain anyways. I should be sorry, I'm sorry you lost your parents and you're going through this mess." He said in the silence.

I nodded, letting the situation hit of not ever seeing my mother smile, seeing my father read the newspaper. I held my tears, I can't show fear, I can't show it. Big girls don't cry, they don't act like babies.

"Hey, this cowboy would've helped a damsel in distress if I was them, then ride on my joyful horse and have a shoot off to save the beauti-fucking-ful damsel." Henry said to lighten the mood, making me giggle and smile.

"Cowboys are so underrated, aren't they?" I said in a smirk.

He nodded before turning on the engine and sighing, turning more serious.

"Where off to now?"

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Ask me if I'm happy, I don't know if it's a place we need to go, ask me if I'm happy, I don't care, maybe If you disapear.
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We ended up at a store nearby.

"So...what are we looking for my ghost buster?" Henry said jokingly, making me have a slight smile appear on my face, gently.

He kissed my dimple and had a goofy grin that made me look away.
Henry was trying his best to make me feel better in the situation we're in. I'm in.

"We need flashlights, sage, for shits and giggles to know if it helps, Bibles and salt, and so on. Just let's start with this first."

We walked around with a metal shopping cart, a few times throwing things in, thinking over and taking some out, getting in little arguments if we need it badly or so.
Finally, after a few hours, we were at the check out. The teen cashier looked as if she didn't want to be there, she looked tired from partying and drinking, and even more tired of the job in fucking general. She covered it pretty well with a bit foundation and a few other products that are probably more expensive then my whole life in general.

As the cashier scanned everything, I turned to the little magazine section and grabbed the most eye catching one of them, and flipped through silently.

"It's thirty five dollars and fifteen cents." The deep voice of the cashier said.

I turned around to see Henry nod before swiping his card before I could get the little bit of savings I have scraped over the years.

I wanted to smack Henry, but I just sighed as he took the plastic bag and walked without me. I took a few steps before looking back. No used to fighting.

I gave a little smile to the cashier, as if it made her night a bit, if it could the slightest, it might have as she had a smile shown on her face, a peachy happy expression before getting back to work. The next person, a man, gave a disgusted expression towards her, as if she was different, making me a bit ticked off. Just because she is trans. It makes me sick we still live in this world of people like him, and I couldn't help but say something.

"Hey fucker, got a problem with this beautiful fucking woman?" I said, standing up a bit taller as if I looked intimidating.

He looked down at me as he was a giant compared to me.

"Huh? N-no, I-" I interrupted the man.

"Fucker, pictures last longer, and maybe ask them for a drink or two." I stated before giving a dirty look as he was to the woman. He lowered his eyes in shame.

I walked away in confidence.

Henry stood outside with a smirk, giving me a glance.

"What?" I said in a snappy tune.

He took something out of the plastic bag with the logo of the store.

I legit smacked him. Fuck the "fighting isn't worth it"

"Henry, I said things we need! Not what the fuck you want! Henry, we agreed that we didn't need this fucking thing!" I yelled in the front of the store.

He flinched a bit and laughed. "In my eyes, I think we do need it and it's my money." He said in a calm way.

I gave him a look and pouted.

He handed me the jewelry box and I opened it. It was the heart shaped necklace we fought about for ten minutes in the store.

He gently took it out of the box and grabbed the box and put it back in the bag that was around his wrist. I pulled my hair up and felt tears threatening me and my emotions.

The sound of clipping held in my ears as he looked back at my face.

"Scarlet?...you okay?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, duh, we have to put a picture in this before we go to my house." I said in a bland way.

So, off we go, to Henry's house, to find a picture of us together, which couldn't be hard to find.

I don't feel bad for putting on my fake face. It's not bother some, it's not like I haven't put it on before. It's almost always there. I have to be strong, I have to bite my tongue. Bite my humanity.

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I wanted you know, I love the way you laugh, I want to hold you high and steal
Your pain away, and I keep your photograph, and it serves me well
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We finally left Henry's house, with me looking down at the picture inside the heart necklace before feeling the engine start and I snapped it shut.

We have a mission to do. A hell to fight.

Fire with fire.