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Cerulean K. Harmony

“Mom. We’re sixteen and we are completely capable of taking care of ourselves. Go now!!” I said, gently urging my mother towards the door. We were standing at the bottom of the cream carpeted stairs at the front door. Hanna was standing behind me, telling my mother for the millionth time that she looked gorgeous, and almost begging her to leave already.

“Okay, alright! You all just want to rush me out of the house. I wouldn’t be surprised if you all had boys hidden in the upstairs room!”

“MOM!! Please, just go already! Dad has been waiting in the car for like an hour now!!

“Fine, just let me grab my purse-“ I thrust the purse at her in exasperation. “Okay, I’ll be going now. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen. Oh, and don’t answer the door for anybody. Your father and I have the key, so we’ll just come in. Check on Louis at least every 15 minutes. And don’t forget to feed Kitty.”

“Mom…..go….now.” I growled. She shuffled a little nervously and walked out of the large brown door. She turned and looked at me thoughtfully. I closed the door lightly behind her.

“Finally. Free at last.” Hanna murmured, looking at my golden retriever and petting him lightly on his head.

“I know. I was beginning to think that she would never leave. You know what; I think she has separation issues. She acts like I can’t do anything without her.” I whispered, walking up the stairs.

Something about the large size of my house made you want to whisper. As far as I knew, no one in my family had ever had a reason to yell or raise their voice above a whisper at all. I could be up in my room, but if I wanted to tell something to my mom in the kitchen, I only had to whisper.

I looked behind me, and Hanna was slowly following me up the stairs. It wasn’t normal for her to be as quiet as she was. She had told me the day before that tonight was a good opportunity for her to explain why she’d been avoiding me and not speaking. I was genuinely curious to know what could bother her. Hanna was a lot of things, but one thing she most definitely was not was easily disturbed.

In my room, we both sat on the floor. I was facing Hanna, and for the first time I noticed how tired and scared she really looked.

“Oh my god. Hanna, what’s wrong? You look sick.” I grabbed her hands and placed them in mine. Her short black hair was poorly thrown into a ponytail and her eyes were bloodshot. I could see her cheekbones clearly though her skin and her lips looked small and pale. She looked small and pale, and her icy hands quivered in mine.

“Two weeks ago, I went to Herlette creek with these three guys.” She said, taking a deep breath then boring her baby blue eyes into my hazel. She squeezed my hand and took another deep breath. A small tear rolled down her cheek.

“Hanna. Hanna, what happened at Herlette creek? Did those guys do something to you? If they did, we’ll….we’ll call the cops, damnit! Hanna, tell me!” I yelled. Or really, I was just using my inside voice, but it was quite enough to sound like I was yelling.

“I…I tried to warn them…Please Jenna, you have to believe me, I tried!” She croaked, tears now streaming.

She’s panicking. Why is she panicking? “Hanna, relax.” I said, attempting to soothe her.

“You don’t believe me! You think I did it!” Hanna gasped with a shocked look on her face.

“No! No, I’m not accusing you of any thing! Hanna, you’ve got to tell me what happened!”

Hanna was standing up and backing slowly away from me and towards the door. She was breathing heavily and trembling. I was really beginning to think she was sick. I reached out toward her from my spot on the floor.

“Hanna? Hanna, what is it?”

Wait no. She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking slightly above my head….at something behind me. The room temperature dropped about 20 degrees in a mere few seconds, and I felt the hairs on my arms rise. I stopped breathing for a minute and listened. Something besides Hanna was also breathing heavily. I heard three quick thumps behind me and I nearly broke my neck trying to turn and see what it was. Just as I turned, the power cut off.

I stood up and tried to run, but Hanna already had a head start and had bolted out of the door and slammed it shut behind her.

“Shit!” I said, running into the door that had closed in my face. I turned and looked behind me, fumbling with the door knob and gasping at its icy feel against my sweaty palms.

The power flickered and turned back on just as I was opening the door.

The only thing in the room was me.

“Hanna?” I whispered out of my door, yet never taking my eyes from the room. I didn’t hear anyone reply.

I went over to my closet and opened it. Nothing. Nothing under the bed. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to slow my heart beat down. It was like my heart was trying to break out my chest. I sat down on my bed for a minute, trying to make the room stop spinning. I’ve never been so freaked out before, and I wasn’t handling it well.

“Hanna?” I whispered again, standing up. I heard a small moan in reply. With unsteady steps I walked out of my room and peered over the railing of the stairway.

Hanna.

Hanna was lying at the bottom of the stairs. Both her legs and her neck twisted at an odd angle. Her eyes were wide open, seeing everything. But that wasn’t what really caught my attention. It was the thing beside her. I stopped breathing.

Yellow eyes peered at me curiously. A black beast was standing beside Hanna. Its skin was shifting scales that I could hear from my spot upstairs. It was like listening to large snakes slowly sliver over each other. Whatever it was, it was at least twice the size of Hanna. Earless, and yet it seemed to hear my very thoughts. Something white shifted in its mouth. It was…one of Hanna’s arms.

Sweet Jesus. I have to run. I thought.

I couldn’t move. I was transfixed my what I was seeing.

Move, damnit! Please….please move, I pleaded to my legs. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t move.

The beast stood just as still as me. It seemed to be looking directly at me. I was trembling ferociously now. Hanna moaned again from her spot on the floor, and the beast turned it attention back to her. After casting me another flickering glance, it stalked off into the kitchen area with Hanna’s arm dangling from its mouth.

“Jen…na.” I heard Hanna call me from the quickly reddening carpet. I took a shaky step back. Another step. Slow, trembling, agonizing steps backwards until I was in Louis’s room. I peered into his crib. He was sleeping soundly; unaware of the Leviathan related event that was happening mere feet away from him. Even though this was going on in my house, the world continued to go on oblivious. I reached for my cell phone on his dresser and dialed 911.

“Hello, you have reached 911 fire department and crime line. What is your emergency?” Said the lady on the other line. She sounded so calm. How twisted.

“She’s…dying. It’s eating her…” I croaked, not realizing how constricted my throat was.

“Ma’am? Are you there? Can you speak?”

I tried to talk multiple times, but I couldn’t. Nothing was coming out. Warm tears were streamed down my cheeks, and landing on my little brother. And worse, I could hear small thumping noises coming slowly up the stairs.