We're All Full Of Lies

Pans, plate, mugs and cutlery were strewn across the room. Glassware was smashed and every cupboard door was swung wide open. The window over the sink was smashed to oblivion, little pieces of glass adorning the countertops reflecting the light at a hundred angles. I made my way over the window trying to avoid getting glass lodged into my feet. Upon inspection of the shattered window there was an unmistakable substance coating the edges of the broken away glass. I hovered my index finger over the edge of the glass before lightly placing it on the substance. It was opaque and black. Icy to the touch. And sticky. It stuck to my skin and began to hang a little, gravity causing it to drip and land on the floor.
“What the fu-“ I murmured not quite finishing off my sentence while washing the substance off my hands.

I worked my way across the kitchen dodging the mess that littered nearly every inch of the tiled floor before reaching the cupboard that held the broom. The glass and porcelain from the plates scraped across the tiles causing a cursed screeching noise with every sweeping stroke as I tried to clean up as much of the mess as possible. I had no idea what had caused this or more importantly who. Someone was in the house. They had to be. Kitchens just don’t practically destroy themselves. But the black substance on the window, what was it, what is it? I tried to remove all the outlandish hypothesis’ that were springing to mind. Someone was in my house. Someone was in my house while I was showering. To say I was terrified was an understatement and a large one at that. Especially with the crime scenes of the recent murders flashing in my mind. Maybe it was the killer. Had I disturbed them? Was that why they fled? But why not just rip me to shreds or something? Why run? Maybe it wasn’t a person? Could it be…No, no that’s just stupid. I am thinking about it way too much. Either way there was no way sleep was going to come easy now.

After cleaning as much of the mess as I could manage in the kitchen I trudged back up the stairs and flopped onto the mattress of my bed. My body sunk deep into the mattress and I let the doona slide over my body as I shuffled into a comfy position. Comfy or not I was still wide awake. I stretched my arm over to my bedside table not wanting to leave the warm blanket cocoon I was in and grabbed Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock. I was re-reading it for the like the billionth time, it was, in my eyes, one of the best books ever written and I just couldn’t get enough of it.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

My legs jolted in the air in panic as the upper half of my body scrambled to the alarm clock to shut it off causing me to fall out of the bed completely. The crispness of the morning air hit my skin and I shivered a little scrambling to get a jumper from my dresser.
I heard a faint knock at my door before my mother’s voice came through the wood, “Are you alright in there honey?”
“Uh, yeah I just tripped that’s all” I lied not willing to admit I fell out of bed.
“Oh okay, your father and I are off to work we might see you tonight”
“Alright oh and I forgot to tell you about the window, sorry I fell asleep before you got home”
The door was flung open at this and I saw my mother in a navy pantsuit with glossy black heels, her hair was done neatly and she had bright red lipstick and mascara on, “Window? What window?”
“The one in the kitchen above the sink, I swear I didn’t do anything, I was in the shower and I heard a bunch of noises downstairs and when I went to have a look the kitchen was trashed and the window was smashed”
My mother looked at me as if I had two heads.
“What?” I asked her as though the answer was obvious.
“Are you feeling okay Mira?”
“Uh yeah why?”
“Well the window in the kitchen isn’t broken nor is anything else in the kitchen” She said confusion evident on her face.
I stood dumbfounded, what the hell is going on? “No, it is, I- I cleaned up as much of the mess I could, the window was smashed and half of the plates and cups were broken too” I rambled, hysterics become evident in my voice.
“Ssshh honey, did you hit your head when you tripped before?” My mother came to my side comfortingly rubbing my back.
“I-what no, here I’ll show you!” I grabbed my mother by the wrist maybe a little too harshly and pulled her down the stairs into the kitchen. My jaw hung loose and my eyes widened in disbelief. The window was fine, not one scratch or mark. I ran over to the garbage bin and looked inside. Empty. None of the glass I had cleaned and put in there was to be found. “Bu-but I swear” I stuttered.
“You must have dreamt it or thought you saw it when you tripped this morning, maybe you hit your head, just calm down sweetheart, you don’t have to go to school if you done feel up to it” She cooed pushing some stray hairs that had fallen onto her face behind her ear.
“I, no, I’m – I’m fine just uh tired I guess, you’re probably right maybe I did hit my head” I felt my bottom lip tremble a little, I didn’t hit my head, I wasn’t crazy, something crazy is going on though. “You best be getting to work, don’t want you and dad to be late” I smiled and leant into my mother hugging her.
She pulled back from the hug and looked at me, “Take it easy yeah? Bye sweetie” With that she dashed out the door to join my father whom I presumed must have been waiting for her in the car.

I let out a long breath once I was alone and looked around the kitchen. This was just too weird. I returned upstairs to my bedroom to get ready school. I threw on a navy blue tee and some rather tatty grey jeans along with my jumper. I slung my shoulder bag on and began to text Mikey, as I did every morning, asking if he wanted to walk to school. Within seconds I heard a knock on my front door. Man that boy was efficient. I hopped down the stairs and practically skipped to the front door.
“Hey Mikes” I smiled pulling back the wooden door. Mikey perked up a little upon meeting my gaze.
“Morning Mira, you wanna start heading to school?”
I nodded still smiling and stepped out into the crisp morning air. I pulled the door shut behind me and checked it was locked.

Mikey and I walked in silence for a moment, I thought about telling him what happened last night but I didn’t want him thinking I was crazy like my mother did. I decided screw it, I had to tell him.
I spilled my guts about everything that happened even the creepy black substance part that sounded like it came from some science fiction film. Mikey never made eye contact with me the whole time I spoke. That’s it, he thinks I’m crazy.

“That’s uh, well, you sure you didn’t hit your head?” He stumbled over his words a little.
“Mikey!” I whined, “You’re supposed to be on my side here, and if you think it’s weird how do you think I feel, one moment my kitchen is trashed with a smashed window and then the next morning it’s as if nothing even happened, the worst part is that someone was in the house, they could have stolen something or worse” I shuddered at the thought of someone creeping around the house and what they could do.

Mikey threw his arm over my shoulders, “Look I understand how this has shaken you but it’s also a huge possibility that you just dreamt it, a really vivid dream, windows just don’t repair themselves so maybe your mum was right, maybe you’re not getting enough sleep”
I understood why Mikey didn’t believe me, I probably wouldn’t believe me either but it still hurt that he thought I was just dreaming. It wasn’t a dream, I know it wasn't.

Notes

Firstly I need to apologise for the wait, the last week has been rather hectic with school and unfortunately the next week will be even more so. However I most of the work I have to do shouldn't be too time consuming therefore I should have more time to write! Anyways as always thank so very much for reading! I hope you liked the chapter although I know it's sort of a filler, sorry bout that.....
sorry for any typo's or grammatical errors