Definitely the worst day of my life

As if the episode with the annoying Elena Ford had not been enough, the universe had decided that today people would follow md like flies. Everyone was with their smiles of love and peace, trying to talk to me. Dialog and shit

So I just simply ignored them and left them talking alone, but for every two I skipped, four more appeared! It was a nightmare. Should I write with black markings on my forehead? Fuck you happy bastards and leave me alone so they could understand me?

God, what annoying people

I had thought of making a list of answers for those insistent idiots who wanted to be my friends. It went something like this:

• You talk to me and I'll get you
• I hate people, therefore I hate you
• Careful, highly functional sociopath
• You approach me and I break you a tooth

I Push the back door to let me into the house.

-"Mom, Dad, I'm home!"

Nothing

-"Mom?"

Nothing

-"Dad?"

Nothing

I frowned, apparently there was no one home. Shrugging, I closed the door behind me and took an apple from the basket in the kitchen. I left my backpack lying in the living room and went up the stairs two at a time.

A habit rooted in me since very small.

In front of the door to my room, I heard the trailing of feet behind this one. What the hell ... Hesitantly, I took the doorknob and opened it carefully.

-"Mom?"

My eyes opened wide, the scream that struck could easily have been heard all over the house. I stepped back in fear until I hit the wall on the other side of the hallway. My hands were sweating and fear had paralyzed me. There, right in front of the only window in my room. Two hands painted in blood, and the inert body of my cat Donuts on the floor surrounded by his blood. A paper folded on my bed right next to the boy's polaroid. I'm sure I left it in the box inside the closet this morning.

With my heart in my throat, I quickly inspect the room with my eyes and to my amaze it was empty.

But what about the steps? And my cat

Then I heard the bolt of the main door and with it, the voices of my parents. I let out a sigh of joy. They should see this.

- "Leah! Are you home? We brought pizza!"
I Do not hesitate for a second to respond

- "Mom! Dad! Someone got into the house, fast! There's blood and-and Donuts is dead!"

A hiccup escaped my lips, and the salty taste of my tears flooded my palate. I don't even know when I started crying. The hurried footsteps of my parents were heard on the stairs, and in less than I blinked, they were both standing next to me at the door.
-
"Leah, honey, there's nothing here"

My eyes were closed until then. I opened them in an instant. How come?
When I opened them, I realized that it was true, there was absolutely nothing at all.

-" But, I saw it! There were two hands painted on the window with blood! And Donuts was on the floor!"

I burst into tears again, I was afraid, very afraid. The feeling of being watched came back, and the same cold that had pierced my bones the night before came back.

-"Leah, are you okay? Did you have something strange today?"

My mother looked at me hesitantly, did she?

- "Are you asking me if I did drugs!?"

- "Leah, lower your voice, and yes, I just did it"

I look at them incredulously

- "Mom, I did not consume anything other than the sandwich that you prepared me for lunch. Besides, I do not feel well, I swear I saw it"

Dad gave me that look again. The same as two years ago. I do not want them to look at me like that anymore

-"Richard, I think we'd better call Dr. Shins and tell him about this. And you, Leah, take the pills that were prescribed to you tonight, okay?"

-"Yes mom"

Mom squeezed me in her arms and kissed my forehead maternally.

- "Go and rest, you need it"

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