Ven wakes up with a loud gasp. He looks down and finds himself dressed in his pajamas, but he doesn’t remember falling asleep. The only thing that he remembers for sure is the beating he got from Jamie. He leaps out of his bed and rushes to the bathroom and examines himself in the mirror, looking for the scrapes and bruises he received from the day before. To his surprise, there isn't a mark.
Confused, he goes downstairs in search of his mother and finds her cooking breakfast, whistling an unfamiliar tune.
“Mom.” Ven says.
“Good morning my teenager!” She says cheerfully. “Happy 16th birthday!”
She motions for him to take a seat.
“I’m almost done making your breakfast.”
“Thanks mom.” He takes a seat and then continues, “What happened last night?”
“What do you mean?” she replies while cracking an egg over a hot pan.
“I-“ he clears his throat then continues, “I got into a fight didn’t I?”
She cocks her head and looks at him. “No? You came home unscathed, watched TV and fell asleep on your bed.”
“Are you sure?” He asks confusingly.
“Positive.” She smiles. She removes the now fried egg from the steaming stove and pours it onto a plate, next to a bed of spinach and buttered toast. "Here." She places the plate infront of Ven, whose mouth begins to water.
“That’s so weird. I remember getting jumped on the way home yesterday," he says while taking a bite out of his food.
Auroa shrugs. “Anyway, I’m letting you stay home from school today. I do however need you to run a few errands for me while I set your surprise up!” She says excitedly. “Everything will make sense to you. You’ll see.”
After Ven finishes his breakfast, he takes a hot shower and gets dressed to go to the mall for his mother. He assumes that maybe she is finally taking him on “the” trip that she promised him since he was a small child. His mother never let him leave the city and he never knew why and she only told him that he was forbidden to do so. She only promised him that she would take him on a “trip” when he was “older” but she never specified as to where she would take him nor how old he had to be to go.
He takes a look at the list his mother gave him:
Nothing out of the ordinary.
He spends about two hours at the mall, gathering the items and then heads back home. Nearing his home, Ven's ears perk up and he gets the sudden feeling that he is being followed. He turns around but of course, he doesn't see anybody following behind him.
A cold whisper to his ears. He whips his body around and finds nothing. He feels a cold wind but notices that the leaves of the trees are not moving with the breeze.
“I have to be imagining this. This is the same feeling that I had yesterday. I don’t understand.” Ven mumbles to himself and hurries home.
As he approaches the steps to his home, he sees that the front door is wide open.
His mother never left the door open.
He takes a step forward and he then feels an icy chill coming from the inside of the house and a strange smell.
Something is wrong.
He drops all the bags that he was carrying and rushes inside the house. Once inside, he finds black blood sprayed all over the walls, shattered glass all over the floor and furniture flipped on its side.
“Mom?!” He calls as he slowly walks down the hallway, following a long trail of black blood.
“Mom?” He calls out.
The trail of blood finally leads him to the kitchen.
The kitchen is in a disarray. Pots and pans are everywhere. Silverware and shattered glass are all over the floor. There are splatters of black AND red blood on the walls and countertops.
He turns towards the dining table and sees his mother on the floor, covered in blood.
“MOM!!!” He screams.