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Libby's eyes fluttered open, garage was pitch black around these hours. She lazily threw her arm around in the darkness to get a grasp on her phone, yanking the charger off. Lowering its brightness when the screen shone on her face. Squinting her eyes with a grimace. Reading 02:46 A.M on the screen.
With a groan she dropped her phone to her chest. Staring at the ceiling, then to the hollow openings on the upper garage door. Expecting to see a few stars littered on the night sky. Seeing none, she huffed and pushed herself up to sitting position. Libby kicked the thin blanked tangled in her legs. Scrambling up to her feet.
‘I can’t sleep.’ Stepping off the mattress, she reached for the doorknob, turning it carefully to be silent. Glancing around the house, she stepped in the first door on the left side of the hall.
‘‘There you are, wonder why mom keeps putting you in the same place every night’’ Libby murmured quietly to the key, pushing the lamp off of it. She walked out of the room to the front door. Humming under her breath as she used her phone light to stick the key and unlock the door, taking a glance at the hall behind her before slipping out of the door to the cold night.
‘‘Great, I don’t have to be in that garbage of a house no more.’’ Shutting the door behind her quietly. Casting a weird glance towards the raccoon in the dumpster. Last time she tried to pet it with a ‘Aww hey little guy!’ despite Max’s constant warnings on to not touch wild raccoons. Libby got her answer with something along the lines of getting her skull crushed unless she gives it grapes.
Stuffing her hands in the pockets of her trousers, she breathed the night air deep in her lungs. Walking off to the street.
‘Oh shoot— I forgot to take money, I should’ve-’ Incredibly bright headlights lit up the dark neighborhood, coming from Libby’s side, rapidly closing distance. She squeezed her eyes shut, her arms coming up to shield her face.
SCREECH
Max’s eyes shot open at the ear-splitting sound. Rolling off the bed to throw himself at the window. Ripping open the curtains, barely catching the sight of a red car speeding off. What made his heart sank was the blood on the pavement where the car was just now. He heard his mom’s door unlock across the hall, she must’ve heard it too. He shakily forced his knees to work. Walking out to the corridor, facing his mother’s confused expression with his terrified one. Obviously something bad happened, but to him, this felt like the end of the world for some reason that he couldn’t put his hand on to yet.
Did Libby not hear it? It was pretty loud. He was damn sure almost all of the neighborhood woke up, he hoped someone already busied themselves with calling an ambulance. He rushed to the living-room. Not casting a glance behind him to see if his mother is coming or not. Reaching for the door handle.
‘‘Max, you can’t go out, you know well I keep the front door locked.’’ A slight turn of the door handle and the door creaked open. Leaving both standing confused for a moment. Only for it to morph into a overwhelming amount of dread in Max. Libby opened the door. Libby went outside. Libby—
He didn’t bother opening the door fully, he slammed his shoulder against it to sprint off to the street.
He only stopped to scan the dark street under the flickering night lamps full of moths. His breathing labored and panicked. Locking on the body laying on the cold concrete. His feet lost its ground on the wet pavement, falling hard on his knees. His hands hovered above the body, not knowing what to do for a second before pulling on her shoulder to flip her on her back. Staring back at the glazed eyes of no other than his sister. His sweatpants getting soaked in the pool of blood under them. A cry left his lips.
‘‘No no no no.. no! NO!’’ He hoisted her up a little by her shoulders. Patting her pale cheek frantically. His white t-shirt no longer white, neither her gray striped sweater. His own throat suffocated him. He choked out a pitiful sob. Whipping his head around to see his mom standing in the door frame, fisting the thin cardigan on her chest. He couldn’t make his mother’s face out because of the fat tears making his vision blurred. Barely making out the sight of her running back in the house to get her phone. He has no idea how long he held Libby’s body against his until ambulance arrived.