‹ Prequel: Words You Wouldn't Say
One Less Chair
Max crept through the halls of what felt like his second home. It was erroneously empty; he hadn't ever seen it this quiet. The silence was creepy, like a horror film. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
He called out again, but there was no response. He was kind of glad he didn't bring the kids, they'd probably be terrified. He checked in the kitchen, but it looked like it hadn't been used in a couple days. No dishes in the sink, not even a salt shaker out of place.
Max lifted an eyebrow and moved further into the house, making his way upstairs. Silence. Maybe he was still sleeping? The door to his room was open.
Max entered the room and immediately froze.
This is an attempt to get my emotions in order after the passing of Chester Bennington. It's entirely an interpretation of my thoughts and feel free to ignore it. I just need...something.
He called out again, but there was no response. He was kind of glad he didn't bring the kids, they'd probably be terrified. He checked in the kitchen, but it looked like it hadn't been used in a couple days. No dishes in the sink, not even a salt shaker out of place.
Max lifted an eyebrow and moved further into the house, making his way upstairs. Silence. Maybe he was still sleeping? The door to his room was open.
Max entered the room and immediately froze.
This is an attempt to get my emotions in order after the passing of Chester Bennington. It's entirely an interpretation of my thoughts and feel free to ignore it. I just need...something.