Chapter Twelve
Sophie comes running to my side. I hear her gasp in horror. "How did this...."
I couldn't take my eyes off of it. The blood dried on it's tip.
The axe.
My parents. My sister. This is what killed them. I was sure of it.
"Stay here. I'm going to go call Sam." Sophie rushes back inside.
Snow was still falling. It covered up the steps of the porch, so perfect and untouched.
Untouched.
But how? How did the axe get here if there's no footsteps in the snow?
Sophie chatters away on the phone.
I lean down and pick the axe up. I study it. The blood was dried all over the axe. The tip was caked in it. The handle was covered in blood as well. Which was odd to me. Then, I remembered the words. The words written on the walls.
That explains the blood on the handle.
The words on the walls spun in my head, repeating themselves over and over again.
"Hateful."
"Sad."
"Unfaithful."
The word hateful was written above my sister's dead body, the word sad was over my mother, and unfaithful was the word written above my father.
Chills crawled up my spine and entered my ears. My ears began to ring.
I remain holding the axe. It felt weird, knowing that this was the last thing my family saw before they were murdered. I hoped that they didn't suffer.
Sophie comes back out onto the porch and gasps. "Dani, put that down! That's evidence!" She shrieks.
I drop the axe back down to the ground. Sophie continues talking on the phone.
"What do you mean you can make it up here until tomorrow? We've got a bloody axe on our porch!"
Someone on the other line mumbles something.
"Okay.. Okay." Sophie takes my arm and leads me inside. She locks the door.
Sophie puts her phone down. "They can't get up here due to the snow storms. They'll be here by tomorrow. But until then, we are on lock down. Someone who dropped that thing off could still be around here. We need to stay safe."
"Sophie, the snow on the steps, it doesn't have any footprints."
"Maybe they covered it up."
"No, Sophie, the snow on the steps in untouched. Since the heavy snow, no one has stepped a foot onto the porch."
Sophie shudders. "Let's just let the police handle this, okay? Everything will be sorted out by tomorrow."
I take a seat on the couch. I was tired and cold. My mind kept thinking back to the blood on the axe. That's my family's blood. That's the weapon.
I laid down on the small couch, and Sophie in the comfy chair.
My eyelids began to flutter closed, and the last thing I remember before I fell asleep was the sound of voices coming from Sophie's TV.
~ ~ ~
My eyes fluttered open, but everything was hazy and blurry. A voice coming from the other side of the room says something. Her words ring into my ears.
"Look who's finally awake."
It sounded so familiar. Like I've heard it before. She makes her way over to me.
My vision is so fuzzy, but once I see her face, I'd recognize her from anywhere.
Staring back at me, was comfort. Was the only person I had left.
Staring back at me was Aunt Sophie.
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