Lonely Hearts Club
I See Fire
Bo woke on the sofa, her mascara leaving a mark on the stitched material and her blonde hair covering her face, making her feel slightly claustrophobic before she whipped it behind her. She sighed hurling herself up from the sofa, desperately craving a shower. The silence of the empty apartment made her nervous, for reasons unknown to her as she had to cope with an empty home a lot recently and she was usually fine.
Her vision seemed tainted, like something just wasn't right, this didn't seem like their home, but when she looked around she couldn't pinpoint any reason as to why she felt like this. This was her home. So why did she feel sick to her stomach?
Bo straightened her jumper, in an attempt to make herself feel a little bit better and together but that feeling lingered and only grew stronger as she walked towards her bedroom, where the door was slightly ajar. This seems like the start of a horror movie.
With her heart thumping and sweat beginning to appear on her forehead she slowly but surely pushed the door open, expecting to see an axe murderer standing there, holding an axe which blood was dripping from, most likely belonging to his last victim...just for effect.
But no, there was nothing of the kind. The room remained untouched, all windows were closed and locked, just as she left them, and the duck egg blue bed sheets remained neatly made on the bed. Bo let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, although the sick feeling in her stomach remained.
Annoyed at herself for working herself up over nothing she walked to the kitchen still sleepy and in need of a shower, hoping tea would make her feel a whole heap better so she fished around in the cupboard for her favourite mug, which just happened to be a white mug with Christmas trees decorating the outside, and the handle being mad out of a reindeer wearing a green and red wooly hat, and a matching scarf.
As the kettle began to boil she began to sing her song of the week.
And as the sky's falling down.
It crashed into this lonely town.
And with that shadow upon the ground.
I hear my people screaming out.
Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, bloo-
-Clang-
Her singing ceased as the noise came from the bathroom round the corner. Bo's thumping heart returned and so did the sweat on her forehead, this time twice as bad. This time she knew for certain..that she was not alone.
Her instincts took over as she grabbed a large knife from the holder, only to realise that one knife was already missing. Bo put two and two together and it soon became clear as to why she had not felt herself this morning, her stomach had been trying to tell her something all along. Her only plans for today were to go to Uni for some morning lectures, and then go to the hairdressers. But from this moment she knew none of that would be happening. First she had to deal with whoever was in her house.
For a few moments she clung onto the hope that it was Harry who had come home early to surprise her, but deep down she knew if it was Harry, he would have carried her to bed when he found her asleep on the sofa, and what would Harry be doing in the bathroom with a large kitchen knife? It was too good to be true.
The bathroom door was closed as she finally got the courage to walk around the corner. Even weirder. Making sure she was closer to the front door than whoever was in there, Bo leant against the wall, gripping the knife tighter than she would've thought was physically possible ten minutes ago.
Foot steps could be heard nearing the corner, whoever was previously in the bathroom had decided to take the other exit out on the other side of the corridor, which meant they had to walk through the kitchen to get to Bo. Once again, strange.
''Ah, you're up...Bo.'' Her eyes which were squeezed shut previously, opened quickly at the sound of her name to come face to face with the apparent stranger.
And it definetley wasn't Harry.
Her vision seemed tainted, like something just wasn't right, this didn't seem like their home, but when she looked around she couldn't pinpoint any reason as to why she felt like this. This was her home. So why did she feel sick to her stomach?
Bo straightened her jumper, in an attempt to make herself feel a little bit better and together but that feeling lingered and only grew stronger as she walked towards her bedroom, where the door was slightly ajar. This seems like the start of a horror movie.
With her heart thumping and sweat beginning to appear on her forehead she slowly but surely pushed the door open, expecting to see an axe murderer standing there, holding an axe which blood was dripping from, most likely belonging to his last victim...just for effect.
But no, there was nothing of the kind. The room remained untouched, all windows were closed and locked, just as she left them, and the duck egg blue bed sheets remained neatly made on the bed. Bo let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, although the sick feeling in her stomach remained.
Annoyed at herself for working herself up over nothing she walked to the kitchen still sleepy and in need of a shower, hoping tea would make her feel a whole heap better so she fished around in the cupboard for her favourite mug, which just happened to be a white mug with Christmas trees decorating the outside, and the handle being mad out of a reindeer wearing a green and red wooly hat, and a matching scarf.
As the kettle began to boil she began to sing her song of the week.
And as the sky's falling down.
It crashed into this lonely town.
And with that shadow upon the ground.
I hear my people screaming out.
Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, bloo-
-Clang-
Her singing ceased as the noise came from the bathroom round the corner. Bo's thumping heart returned and so did the sweat on her forehead, this time twice as bad. This time she knew for certain..that she was not alone.
Her instincts took over as she grabbed a large knife from the holder, only to realise that one knife was already missing. Bo put two and two together and it soon became clear as to why she had not felt herself this morning, her stomach had been trying to tell her something all along. Her only plans for today were to go to Uni for some morning lectures, and then go to the hairdressers. But from this moment she knew none of that would be happening. First she had to deal with whoever was in her house.
For a few moments she clung onto the hope that it was Harry who had come home early to surprise her, but deep down she knew if it was Harry, he would have carried her to bed when he found her asleep on the sofa, and what would Harry be doing in the bathroom with a large kitchen knife? It was too good to be true.
The bathroom door was closed as she finally got the courage to walk around the corner. Even weirder. Making sure she was closer to the front door than whoever was in there, Bo leant against the wall, gripping the knife tighter than she would've thought was physically possible ten minutes ago.
Foot steps could be heard nearing the corner, whoever was previously in the bathroom had decided to take the other exit out on the other side of the corridor, which meant they had to walk through the kitchen to get to Bo. Once again, strange.
''Ah, you're up...Bo.'' Her eyes which were squeezed shut previously, opened quickly at the sound of her name to come face to face with the apparent stranger.
And it definetley wasn't Harry.
Notes
I freaked myself out writing this ngl.So who do you think has been freaking Bo out?
Will she ever make it to the hairdressers?
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Sophie.x
11/18/13