Beginning to an end 1 [Ch. 2]

The Beginning To The End
Chapter Two

Fourteen year old Mike Anderson sat alone at the dining room table, tears slowly making their way down his soft cheeks. No sound could be heard at all, except for the distant, yet constant meowing of Mike’s cat, who had been longing for his cat food. Even Mike himself hadn’t got enough food and he constantly ended up starving.

Mike was a skinny looking young boy who had been abandoned by his parents less than a month ago. His parents, Gale and Anthony Anderson, didn’t want a child at all, but a couple of month‘s after Mike’s birth, they gave up and decided to take him in. But they weren’t what you could call the perfect parents in the whole wide world - they didn’t even take care of Mike that properly. They would feed him once or twice a day, but they would never give him money to buy himself sweets and junk. And when they would go on holiday, they would leave Mike behind without a babysitter or a carer. But now, fourteen years after Mike’s birth, they couldn’t take it anymore, although Mike had done nothing at all. They abandoned him. The last things they had said to him before they moved to France that he should never open the doors to strangers and to keep all the windows firmly shut. At first, Mike didn’t understand what was going on and he thought that his parents would be back after a day or two. But after a while, he stated to believe that the chances of that happening were a million to one and that they were never be coming back, no matter what.

Mike looked up from the dining room table and beside himself, trying to find something, anything that could stop him from crying his heart out. But beside him, though, was large, rectangular shaped mirror on the plain, white wall. Puffy eyed from crying, he stared at himself on the mirror, as memories of his parents flew through his head at lightning speed. Mike had a dark, blonde colour for his hair and had many freckles, evenly spread across his nose and both cheeks. His skin were an icy white colour and his bright, emerald green eyes could amaze anyone. He was supposed to wear glasses too, but he had accidentally broke them after he had a bad dream almost a week ago. Mike had never attended school before and his parents had made absolute sure of that. They didn’t want to get caught in the act of neglect so this meant that Mike was of limited intelligence. In result, Mike wouldn’t get a job so he could feed himself and his only friend.

Suddenly, Mike’s cat appeared at the dining room doorway. It was a pale white, skinny little cat that had a single black tear drop shape just under his left eye.

“No,” Mike said, his voice a little hoarse. This was his way of saying that he had enough pain and suffering and wanted to run away from it all. He remembered how he purposely cut his right, index finger with a sharp bladed knife once and how it bled uncontrollably. He miserably thought that maybe this was the way to get rid of all the pain. Slowly, he got up from the hard, dining room chair and walked out of the room and into the cold, deserted kitchen. His head throbbing painfully, Mike opened one of the kitchen draws and grabbed the first thing that his hand came across. Looking down at his palm, Mike stared at his dad’s old Swiss army knife, a present his dad had received from Mike’s grandfather. Mike stared at the sharp blade of the knife he was holding and slowly pressed it against his left wrist, cutting deeper and deeper into his bare skin. But as he edged closer and closer to his vain, there was a sudden knock on the front door. Getting excited through the searing pain in his wrist, Mike ran to the front door, thinking that after all the pain that he had went through, his parents had finally come back. He quickly opened the wooden front door, his heart beating faster and faster. But when he saw who was standing on his doorstep, his excitement quickly turned into deep anger and misery. But all of a sudden, that anger and misery was quickly turned into nothing, as his life began to flash before his eyes.

Chapter Two: Unexpected Guests.

Yesterday was a really weird day for fifteen year old Joe Connery. Not only was there a new and very attractive teenage girl in all of his classes, but he was also elected to take her all around school and answer any of the question that she seemed to have stored into her head. Her name was Elizabeth Flint, and throughout her first day in Ashberry High, she seemed to have become immensely popular, probably due to her perfect body and gorgeous looks. But the questions Elizabeth asked Joe as they walked through and around the large building of Shipley High, were based around the murdered Franky Ridsdale.

“Was he a good kid or did he always get into trouble?,” Elizabeth asked Joe, when they were walking through the science corridor earlier on, “How many friends did he have? Do you think he was killed by a wild animal or do you think he was murdered? Were you good friends with him?” But that last question was the worst of all. He couldn’t keep it out of his mind; it seemed to be echoing itself over and over until he felt so dizzy, he couldn’t even see properly.

‘Why didn’t I answer at all? I seriously should have said yes,’ Joe thought to himself, taking a bite out of his morning toast, ‘Hopefully, today will be a whole lot better and way more exciting. I’m going to be the one asking all the questions this time and she’ll be the one answering them, no matter what.’ He was just about to shove a large piece of toast into his mouth when there was a loud knock on the door.
“Who is it this time?,” Joe mumbled under his breath as he got off of his chair and slowly shuffled to the front door. Another loud knock killed the silence, but this knock sounded more impatient than the last, showing that Joe had to hurry up and answer the door. Flustered and annoyed, he answered it only to see Elizabeth standing there, looking angry herself.

“How long does it take someone to answer a door? Never mind. Could I use your phone?” There was a long pause as Joe tried to take in what Elizabeth had said.

“Can I come in?,” Elizabeth asked, staring at Joe as if he was a little deaf. Somehow unable to answer with his mouth, Joe could only nod in response. He had never had someone turn up on his doorstep, asking to use his phone, and definitely not someone who had just moved into the country. Without further ado, Elizabeth walked in through the front door and into the living room. Joe, turning around just in time to see where Elizabeth had gone, followed her and stared in through the living room door. Elizabeth was holding the house phone in her right hand and was just about to dial a number when she turned to stare at Joe, giving him a warning look. She obviously wanted him to leave and allow her some privacy. Joe also needed something to eat, only one piece of toast in the morning didn’t seem to fill him up.

“Do you want some breakfast?,” Joe called out to Elizabeth, whilst entering the kitchen. He waited for a replay, only to get a loud hush. Shrugging, he got out a bowl from the dishwasher and some cereal from the cupboard. Landing the bowl onto the kitchen counter, he poured some cereal into it, and walked over to the fridge to get some milk.

Later on, when Joe had finished eating his cereal, Elizabeth walked into the kitchen beaming.
“Oh, my god. Are you really going to go to school wearing that?,” Elizabeth giggled as Joe suddenly realised he was still wearing his pyjamas - But then he realised that Elizabeth wasn’t wearing her school uniform. He couldn’t help but also notice that she was incredibly slim, but not sickly, but just the right amount. Also, she looked really smooth and liked to show of some skin, unafraid of what people would think of her. And, by the looks of it, she was obviously a fan of black clothing and skulls. Trying to look as if he hadn’t noticed anything at all, Joe ran upstairs and into his bedroom to try and find some decent clothes to wear - some that were similar to Elizabeth’s. But as he pulled on some Nike socks and was attempting to wear his shoes, there was another knock on the door.

‘Who could that be?,’ Joe wondered, quickly putting on his left shoe and getting up to answer the door.
“ill get it!,” Elizabeth shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Who gave her the right to answer my door?,” Joe mumbled under his breath as he walked out of his bedroom. He was wearing his dark, black jeans with his black and grey K-Swiss. He was also wearing his Metallica t-shirt and a black hoodie over it. The people who were at the door had already seated themselves in the living.

“Joe!,” Elizabeth called from the living room as he slowly walked down the stairs.
“What?” Joe asked.
“Come here, I’de like you to meet some friends of mine,” Elizabeth explained, as Joe reached the bottom of the stairs and walked into the living room.
“These are some of my friends that will be coming with us to this thing I wanted to ask you about,” Elizabeth smiled at Joe as he entered the room.

“Wow,” Joe replied, looking shocked at the number of people and the content of makeup they wore. Taking the only seat available, Joe sat down next to a girl that looked extremely pale and was wearing emerald green lipstick. She glanced at him before turning her gaze to the window.

"Well, okay. That’s Mitch over there. But we like to call him custard,” Elizabeth started, pointing at a guy who was wearing dark blue jeans and a Fall Out Boy fans t-shirt. He had short, scruffy black hair and midnight blue eyes. He nodded at Joe in a way of greeting.

“And the girl next to him is Melanie. Her nickname is cyber vixen but we shortened it to cyber v,” Elizabeth continued. Melanie had long black hair and wore a stunningly tight top which had ‘Bad Girl,’ written in golden letters across the chest. She was too busy gazing around at the different objects scattered around the room to notice that her name had just been mentioned.
“And then we have Stuart over there. We all call him gravy,” Elizabeth pointed at a boy wearing eyeliner and spiked up hair. He wore black rimmed glasses and had stunning sky blue eyes. He glanced at Joe for around a second, only to look back down at his phone.

“And that’s Richard. We haven’t thought of a nickname for him yet because he’s new to the group.” Richard was wearing a long, black leather jacket and the same Metallica top that Joe was wearing. He had rather large boots on that looked as if it was made for robots rather than humans. Richard, looking extremely bored, was staring at the pictures on the wall.

“And the person sat next to you is Amber, but we all call her Bambam.” Joe turned his head to look at the girl sat next to him. Unexpectedly, she did the same, but she seemed to be looking through him, not at him. She wore a plaid skirt that went all the way down to her knees and un-matching socks that probably went up to her thighs. She also had short, honey brown hair and had emerald green eyes. She was also wearing green lipstick and eyeliner of the same colour; she was obviously a fan of the green.
“Bamboo,” Mitch corrected under his breath, but almost everyone heard. Stuart laughed out aloud as Amber rolled her eyes and tried to ignore what had been said.

“So, I guess that’s all of us. For now anyway. Some more people will be turning up at the next stop and then we’ll make our way to the actual house. And that’s were the fun really begins.” Elizabeth looked menacingly toward Joe who was staring at her in deep confusion.
“Wait, what about school?,” Joe asked, certain that it was a Friday morning. Stuart, however, laughed out aloud once more.
“Who needs school?,” Elizabeth answered, “When there’s a haunted house awaiting us.”