And every time I see
You in my dreams

I see your face
It's haunting me
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A DERELICT HOUSE STOOD BEFORE HER, repugnant and mouldy. Only fear anchored her feet in the darkness. An immense storm could be heard in the distance, echoing through the silent night. Lighting ripped the inky sky. The silver hues of clouds became as molten silver, swirling, ripples radiating. She crept to the paint-crumbling door amid low struggling trees.

As she arrived, Hazel twisted the handle of the door and it lurched open. Her ears resonated with the quiet squeal of the hinges as the entrance hall of the house became visible. It creaked, the sound becoming whispers that filled the room, urging her to run lest she end up as lost and lonely as they. One moment she was outside, the next she was within, despite never taking a step. The door slammed. There was no exit. The floorboards moaned with age.

Suddenly, something tugged at her, something with an icy grip. She peered through the darkness, but she found no one within, making her stomach knot as wave of uncertainty crashed over her.

The entrance hall was roomy, airy and eerie. An uneasy breeze blew down the corridor and grasped her with its chilly touch. Its fingers circled around her body, tenderly fondling every inch of her, pulling her shoulder’s tight together as she huddled into herself for warmth.

"Hazel. Hazel, honey."

Her mind told her not to move, but her body dragged her to the voice like a moth to a flame. Every step she took towards the red room was met by a discordant shriek from the rotted floor boards.

However, before she could move another step her shoes were stuck fast and from behind came a cold wind. The candles began to flicker, then a soft voice came again, but now right next to her ear. “It's okay, sweetie. I know what your going through and it's okay."

Her eyes shifted to the side again and became glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As she blinked, they dripped from her eyelids and slid down her cheeks. Hazel bit her lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from her mouth; her heart sank.

The womans lower lip quivered as the word slowly made its way out of her mouth.

"Mum?" She began, yet what followed was engulfed, in the tremors.

Her mother offered a slight, asymmetric smile with an expression of deep sadness pasted over the top. "You aren't well, are you? Look at yourself, darling."

Hazel looked at herself in the mirror that had suddenly appeared in the room to her left. Her porcelain skin was ashen, almost anemic; a cold sweat glistened on her forehead and her recessed cheeks; the moss of her eyes had turned into a leaf that was desperately trying to cling onto the last bit of its chlorophyll, its life. She had hair so dull against skin so white and it made a contrast that only served to make the girl look all the more ghostly, all the more haunting; her lips that were once pink and soft, were now chapped and bleeding. She looked tired, sick.

Hazel wiped her tear stained cheeks and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remove the image of herself from her mind.

"I want to get better, I do..." Behind the masked smile she wore on her face, there was a sadness and shock. She anxiously looked at her left and right, repeatedly as quiet sounds passed by, checking for signs of danger that could come at any moment. "But mummy, I don't know how."

"Yes you do, sweetheart."

Death wasn't kind. Hazel knew that. It snatched where it could, taking people who were far too young, far too good. It didn't pretend to care, it didn't pretend to distinguish.

The hooded vale of death had hung over her and her family for a long time, always threatening. It had never touched Hazel quite so close, until her mother.

She could remember the days were she would sit staring for hours. Drowning in her grief. Her face sunken and haunted, her mind cold and empty since the day she found her mother in their bath tub. She knew immediately what her mother was suggesting, but she could only think of one person.

"I... I can't do that to Luke. He's... He's lost Nellie. I can't..."

Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Hazel bent forward where she sat on the floor and pressing her palms to the mat, she began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.

The older woman began to kneel before her. "Luke is better off without you. You won't be a burden to him, you'll be with us."

All her life Hazel had feared death, suppressed dealing with the notion, never ready to depart. Always for her there would be tomorrow and the day after. To consider being parted from her friends, her loved ones. Luke. She could feel the cracks slowly begin to expand in her heart.

As much as she tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water continued falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. The muffled sobs wracked against her and she feel the muscles of her chin tremble as she spoke. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dissapoint you, Mummy."

So deep within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, as Hazel Slate delicately drew a gentle picture of what never could be on both wrists with the subtle sharpness of a blade. Not feeling each drip of death that brought her closer to the other side fall downwards on her forearms.

Instead, cold tendrils embraced her like a lover, her vision fading and a final breath left her bloodied lips, she felt nothing. There was no emotion, no heavy weight upon her shoulders; just the feeling of floating, of being part of the world... Of being part of the stars.

Her mind gave one final sigh. Then she felt nothing. Nothing at all. Darkness.

She was finally waking up.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 !
here it is ! the prologue
of suicide games.

from being at home i
have rewatched shows
and definitely felt inspired
to write a luke crain book.

i hope you enjoy it !