The mystery murder

She was awoken that night by a sound on her window, it was like an owl was crying by her window, the window was slightly open so she could see that it was still dark outside.

She had always been told that a crying owl meant impending doom but she had never taken it seriously, after all they were all myths.

Her attention was however called to something else. Apart from the killer headache she felt, she noticed scratches on her shoulders, not just that, her hands were stained with blood.

Alarmed, Olivia jumped down from her bed and ran out of her room, straight to her parents room with the hope of finding her parents and showing them the blood. Panic washed over her fragile mind as she tiptoed in the dark to her parents room.

"Mom, dad" she called simultaneously as she banged her blood soaked fist on the wooden door.

Almost tearing up when she got no reply, she gently pushed the door open and was surprised that it gave way so easily, her parents never left their door open. Olivia was later to find out why. Her parents were not there, it was weird that her parents were not in their room at that time.

Feeling a strange energy around the environment, Olivia ran to the sitting room, she almost puked at what she saw.

There, right on the living room floor, lay her parents and two brothers in the pool of their own blood, they had bite and scratch marks on their neck and other parts of their bodies, the same mark she had up her arms.

"Mom, dad, Aiden, Jasper"

She went from person to person trying to shake them awake, but to no avail, their bodies were stiff, just like the fish her mom had put in the freezer the previous day.

"Nooooo!!!!!" Came her scream of anguish as she watched the lifeless bodies of every single member of her family, sprawled on ground and covered in blood.

Fearing that whatever had taken the lifes of the rest of her family was still lurking around and would find her too, Olivia opened the living room door and stepped into the cold night, fleeing for her life

"Beep beep beep!!!" Came the annoying sound from the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Olivia stretched out her hand tiredly to switch off the alarm clock that was blaring loudly in her ears, feeling tired, as if she should go back to bed, she turned around in her bed and pulled the covers over her head.

It was another beautiful day, although she had been taunted all night by the nightmares which now came more often than not, they had frequented her sleep so much so that she had started to get used to them, she was beginning to see them as a part of her.

She suddenly sat up, pulling the covers away from her face and slowing pushing backwards the hair that had scattered all over her face. Why does the happen to her all the time? She went to bed every night looking organized and pretty, but then she always woke up with scattered hair and swollen eyes. If Gilbert should see her like that he would probably fall out of love. She chuckled thinking how silly she was.

Standing in front of the mirror, she accessed the mess that was her, and how she could fix it. Her life was a mess, both literally and figuratively.

"What can do? Fix the fixables and let the rest be" so were her thoughts as she slipped on her running shoes after brushing her hair and packing it into a clean ponytail, if one did not know they would think she woke up looking like a Cinderella princess. Grabbing her headset that sat on the bedside table, she put it on and off she went.