Jimmy Boy

Lighting flashed across the sky followed by a loud clap of thunder causing me to jump. I’ve been jittery and jumpy I haven’t had my fix. My fix oh how I needed my fix to spill the blood of those that I despised. Twitching I grabbed for a pen out of the drawer of my desk. I knew my end was coming and it was sure as hell coming quick. I had the urge to write my mother and oh how I loved my mother, but she’s the reason for the way I am now.  Abused and broken as a grown man I started at a smiling picture of her small round face, and I couldn’t stand how so could always be so happy. So I simply picked up her mockingly annoying picture and chucked it at the woman who cowered in the corner. She let out a panicked scream which sparked my anger. “Would you just shut the Hell up?” I yelled as I grabbed the chair I was sitting on and chucked it at her.   I could hear her stifle a cry of pain as it connected with her face. Blood oh the blood I was mesmerized by it as it ran down the side of her small delicate face. Stepping towards her I thought of how different she was from the others I’ve abducted. She didn’t resemble my mother as much as I would have liked, and yet I felt compelled to take her. I sat there just slightly above her and stared into those blue eyes of hers. Memories flooded my mind of everyone I used to care about till I realized just who it was. Tilting my head to the side I smiled grabbing her face I licked the blood coming out the cut on her forehead. “You remind me of my adopted sister Chelsea.” I murmured under my breath.  She stifled another whimper as she pushed herself farther in the corner. Shaking my head I picked up my trusty knives after all these years as flares of pain shot up my leg as I stepped on it causing me to limp a little, and well let’s just say that’s from my condition. Cracking my neck I turned my attention to my prisoner sneering. “Time for you to go I think you’ve over stayed your welcome.” Shoving a sock in her mouth I began to carve into her till her blood was spilled over the tarps that covered my hard wooded floors of the cellar. An hour and a half later she was placed into the freezer and I sat down looking at the blank sheet of paper before me and began to write.

****

A knock on the door startled me out of my small cat nap. Silently I cussed whoever it was as I answered the door with a smile.

“Mrs. Walters?” A short fat plump mail man stood on our porch thrusting a piece of mail at me.

“Uh yeah and thanks a lot for the personal delivery, but aren’t you guys just supposed to leave it in the mailbox?” I could see the annoyance spread across his face causing it to crease a little.

“Yes, but I was paid to give this to the head of the household personally. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.” I slammed the door right as he turned to leave when I saw the slightly angled messy writing on the front. The only person that I know writes like that is Jimmy. Neither my mother Constance nor I have heard from him since he moved out. There were several rumors gallivanting about that he had some type of mental break down and was on the verge of suicide.  Eagerly I ripped the letter open and began to read.

My dearest mother I have thought so long and so hard about telling you just how psychotic your little boy Jimmy has become. I’ve been diagnosed with a fatal disease did I ever tell you that? Though after reading this I think you would rather not care about me so much, but we both know you will. I feel as if I should finally answer those entire sets of questions. Okay well maybe just one. Which is the one you never asked is the one that you should have mother. See here I’ll let you in on a little secret, the perfect secret for committing the perfect crime. There’s this story that I’ve been dying to tell you it was my first kill and my first thrill. It’s a long read so I suggest you pull up a chair and maybe grab your favorite cup of tea to enjoy.

It was a cold and rather rainy day. A young woman walked past me and oh how she reminded me of you. She had that attitude in the sway of her small slender hips. Her long red hair ran freely down her back, and oh those eyes mother we’re just as green as yours. I had the sudden urge to cut those eyes out, chop that hair off and break her hips. She was absolutely revolting and I loved it. Turning on my heels I made sure that there wasn’t a soul in sight and clocked her right in the head with the butt of my 9mm gun. She didn’t make a sound and I dragged her to my van fast. First step here mother pay attention now, is that if you’re going to kidnap someone in the middle of the street make sure this person doesn’t leave ANYTHING. Yes I mean anything mother from money to well just think about it. So that’s what I did and I was satisfied that she hadn’t even dropped a dime. I left like nothing had happened not drawing attention from a single person as they flew by in little tiny blurs. I pulled into my small compact garage and swung her still motionless body over my shoulders so I could carry her into my cellar out back. I laid her gently on the ground taking two pairs of handcuffs I chained her to the walls. If you’re wondering by now how I possibly could have done this I would be laughing in your pathetic face right now. I planned on doing this don’t you get it? I had placed in two small bars and attached them to the bricked walls before I even left the house. Any who I had gone back to my car as she was still unconscious; I had to take care of the evidence of her ever being in there. You know just in case if they ever did find out it was me. Another step my dearest mother is as I just said remove all evidence. I took a box cutter to the carpet of the car and simply replaced it. All those years of learning how to detail a car came in handy I must say. I took the carpet and burned it along with her purse and ID which stated her name was Brittni Wilde. She had such a pretty name it was sad that she was such a disgusting person.  Whistling softly I went back to the cellar to discover she had awoke. Her eyes were wildly searching for a way to get loose I couldn’t help but startle her with my crazy laughter. She opened her mouth to scream but I quickly grabbed a sock and rope to gag her with. She let out a stifled a whimper as I ran the backside of my hand down her cheek.  And mother I just couldn’t help myself I had to lean in and smell her sweat and fear, and oh how I ran my tongue down the side of her neck. It was quite nice to feel her try to move away from me, but of course she knew she couldn’t get far. I walked over to the workbench I had set up and began to sharpen my knives and I could only think of how much fun it would be to torcher her till she died. I took the left over rope and tied it around her ankles just so she couldn’t move around as much while I slowly cut into her skin. The adrenaline was sweet as I made the first cut; I became memorized by the blood that oozed from it. Kept cutting and cutting till I looked up seeing mascara running down her face. Throwing back my head I laughed as I watched tears spill from those horrid green eyes. That’s when I knew they would be the next to go, so I simply cut them out. Sadly she died shortly after and it was no longer fun so I shoved her bloody corpse in the freezer. Now here’s the most IMPORTANT step of all and that would be the disposal of the body. Have you ever thought of the proper way of body disposal? Well I did for quite a while as I let her sit there in the freezer for about a week or so. It was really nice living out in the middle of now where. I started up the wood chipper grabbed her body and simply threw it in. See here’s how I see it frozen bodies they just chip easier and there’s not as much mess to clean up either. I couldn’t help but be amused at the way the wood chipper tousled her body about as I sat there watching it as it slowly ate away from her feet all the way up to that fear stricken face of hers. After her body was all chopped up I threw in some leaves and a few branches along with some lime to kill the smell.  I mixed it up and placed it into a nice big wheelbarrow, and well let me just say she made some mighty fine mulch. You should see my trees and shrubs they are just lovely.

Now Mama we all go to hell, I’m writing this letter and wishing you well. If I told you all the shit that I’ve done with the tip of a gun you would be so ashamed. Mama we’re all full of lies, mama we’re meant for the flies and right now their building a coffin your size. You should have raised a baby girl I should have been a better son. Mama we all go to hell.

I dropped the letter onto the floor to stunned to move. Was my brother really as crazy as he stated? Did he really kill that girl? The name sounded so familiar and if I was right she was the cheerleader from my old high school that had disappeared while she was walking home from school four years ago. Shaking my head back and forth I didn’t want to believe really I didn’t, but now that I think of it Jimmy was always a little bit off his rocker before he moved out of here.

“You read it didn’t you Chelsea?” A small voice spoke into my ear and I couldn’t help but let out a scream. Clutching at my heart I turned around to discover a tall slender man standing before me. His hair was greasy and he had a small mustache growing above his lip. I wouldn’t have known it was Jimmy if it wasn’t for the large scar on just above his left eyebrow. I remembered he had fallen from the top of our tree out back when we were eight. He cried forever they had to knock him out at the hospital just so they could get the stiches in open wound. I backed away as he limped forward with anger sparking behind his brown eyes.

“Jimmy that can’t be you.” He tilted his head and smirked at my remark.

“Oh but sister why can it not be me standing here before you? It was only supposed to be mom that read that letter. You weren’t supposed to see it!” I bit my tongue from trying to make him even more furious because the only explanation that he knew I read it was that he must have seen me do so. Plus there was the fact that I itched to point out that I wasn’t his real biological sister, but that just seemed so irrelevant with the situation that was at hand. See here I was adopted by Constance when my dad Adam married her. “You remind me so much of mom it’s absolutely revolting.” He sneered as he limped closer to me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from behind his back. He twisted it expertly between his fingers letting the sun glint off its shiny blade.  Stepping back again I grabbed a vase that was nearby and chucked it right at his head. Watching it shatter across his face I bolted up stairs hoping I could make it into the attic before he realized what was going on. Yanking the cord down I climbed the ladder and pulled it up just as he reached the top step. Setting the bolt in place I took my cellphone from my pocket in hopes of having a signal so I could call the police. “Damn.” I whispered under my breath when I saw there wasn’t a single bar anywhere in the attic.

Hearing the door open downstairs I heard my mother call out my name and immediately my heart sank when I heard her scream. It was horrible I could hear practically hear the blood oozing from her mouth and the sickening crunch of the knife he plunged into her. Sitting down on the dusty floor I wrapped my arms around my legs and sobbed for the loss of the only mother I had. Finally I heard the last and final thud which I assumed it was from him dropping her lifeless body to the floor. Then I could hear the steps creaking under his weight as he walked up them followed by the click and a gun shot. Yelping I saw a hole appear just buy the door latch. Taking in a deep breath I knew exactly what he was doing. He may be crazy, but he is smart. He’s shooting for the latch I thought to myself. Another gun shot rang out as it hit its intended target and the attic door swung open. Sucking in another sharp breath I sprang to my feet heading straight for the window. Both my brother and I knew it was rotted shut so I punched my hand through it hoping that I could get a shard big enough to at least try and defend myself. My hand pulsed with pain and it was slightly bleeding as I finally found a shard big enough.  I turned ready to fight, but when he never came up I couldn’t help but be curious as to what happened to him. Carefully I leaned over where the ladder was and he was nowhere to be found. Confused I slowly crept down the steps eyeballing every movement with caution, but still I couldn’t see him. Gazing down the stairs I saw my mother in a pool of blood with multiple cuts all over her body and I had to choke back vomit that threatened to come up as I noticed the note still lay where I had dropped it.

Closing my eyes to gather the courage to run a loud whacking sound from behind me put me into action. I snapped my eyes open and bolted down the stairs, grabbed the note and through the door I went. I didn’t dare stop till I got to the police station I was still afraid he might jump from the bushes and kill me.  I entered through the double doors afraid and panting as my lungs burned an officer came to my aide asking me what was wrong. I looked up at him still unable to talk, but I knew he could sense something was wrong. After I caught my breath and was able to speak again I told him everything and gave him the note that was left behind. Sure I had protection for a while, but the days trickled into weeks which turned into months the police didn’t think he was going to show his face around here anymore so they called it off. I must say that I’m deathly afraid of what’s to come. I can somehow sense that he is close and on the verge of completing what he started.

*****

Leaning back I gazed at the blinking cursor on my laptop screen wondering if I should add anything else to it. Satisfied I leaned back in my chair and stretched to relieve my body of the hours I had spent bent over the keyboard. I had no idea that the small sound that I heard from behind me was Jimmy till it was too late. He pushed my head forward and whispered into my ear as I made peace with myself knowing that by the end of his sentences I would be dead.

“My dearest sister did you ever wonder why I let you live that day?” I could smell his hot breath which made me want to gag at his mere closeness. “Did you think I would let you live? Did you think I forgot about you? I don’t like to kill more than one person in a day let alone a month. It tends to make people a bit suspicious if people just start dropping like flies where ever they go. You’re just like mother, and for that I think I may need to remove you from the face of this planet for good.” He sang into my ear an eerie melody. “Have you heard the news that you’re dead?” 

I felt the knife glide across my throat and watched my blood spray across my laptop just as he shoved my head into the desk. He walked around and put his face in front of mine. His devilish smile was the last thing that I ever saw.

Last Kiss -- For Every Little Word Comp

Cussing at the world I wrap myself into a hug as pelting rain pierces through my thin jacket. Go figure that this would be one day that Monica would be late and I locked my only set of keys inside the house. My long red hair blows freely behind me while a harsh wind angrily wisps throughout the land. Squeezing my eyes shut I cussed myself out for wearing my short denim skirt instead of my skinny jeans. Bouncing up and down trying to regenerate some warmth when I hear Nelly blaring from a car somewhere in the neighborhood. Opening one of my eyes I watch as Monica’s 2010 Black Escalade sharply turn around the corner. Screeching to a halt I jump into the passenger side shivering and glaring at her as I throw my overnight bag in her back seat.
“What?” innocently she smiles shifting the car into gear.
“I’m freezing my butt off thank you. I didn’t think you were going to be late, and I accidently locked my keys in the house.” My teeth still chattering I put my seat belt on and place my hands by the heater. “What took you so long anyways? Fashion emergency?” I say as cocky as I can.
Looking over at me she winks, “You know it toots.” Rolling my eyes I focus my attention on her crazy driving as she swerves in and out of traffic.
“So Kat I heard that Zak is going to be at the Tasha’s party tonight.” Feeling the heat raise to my cheeks I pushed back a smile regretting the day that I told her I had a crush on the star quarter back which just so happened to be my best guy friend. Biting my lip I shrug as I lean back into the leather seat.
“And?” I say trying to keep what excitement I was feeling out of my voice.
“And?” amusement clear in her voice, “And you look freaking smoking you’re sure to stop him dead in his tracks tonight. Hey maybe you guys will actually hook up.” Dropping my jaw I punched her lightly in the arm. “Jeez drama queen!” She chuckles as music began to pulse into the cab of the car when we neared Tasha’s house. People were streaming in and out of the Victorian styled mansion which had pillars around the white wrap around porch, black shutters and creamy brown siding.
“We should of came sooner you know. We might have been able to find a decent parking spot.” Five minutes rolled by and we had circled the block several times when she finally found a place to park up close.
“You know we could have walked.” I say sarcastically while she looked appalled and pointed to her feet.
“You kidding me I could never walk in the cold in these babies! Their Jimmy Choo’s!” Shaking my head I rolled my eyes exiting the car. The gravel crunched under our feet as we made our way to the front door and I could feel the beat of the music and instantly I craved to sway my hips to it. The house on the inside was just as stunning on the inside. Crown molding framed the light blue walls; dark cherry hardwood floors ran consistent throughout all the rooms. To the left was a grand dining room complete with a large crystal chandelier and to our right was what I figured would have been the living area. Couches were pushed against the walls and it was crammed with our graduating classmates. Weaving in and out groups we found a small area that had been transformed into a dance floor. Smiling at each other we moved our hips to the music enjoying the lingering looks from the people around it. Then strong hands wrapped around my waist catching me off guard.
“You look beautiful tonight.” A deep alluring voice spoke into my ear. My heart began to beat wildly when I realized it was Zak. Turning around I was caught off by how amazing he looked tonight even though his usual relaxed look was exchanged for an unusual determined look. “Can I talk with you?” I’d been avoiding Zak like the plague for the past couple of weeks. My feelings for him have gotten way out of control, and every time I saw him I wanted to wrap him into a hug and kiss his soft immaculate lips. So I figured I’d try avoiding him to see if any of those feeling would disappear, but that pretty much seemed like a futile attempt because it was obvious it hadn’t done anything.
“Uh yeah.” My voice caught in my throat as he takes me by the hand leading me out onto the back patio. Sliding off his letterman jacket he helps me put it on than continues to lead us through the nearby woods. After several minutes of trudging through the dark dank trees we came upon a small clearing where he wrapped me up into a hug.
“Katie why have you been avoiding me for the past few weeks, in the halls you stay as far away as possible from me. I don’t get any call backs and I don’t get any texts from you anymore either. What did I do to make you mad at me?” Hurtfulness and concern are thick in his voice causing me to bury my head into his shoulder. Twirling my hair with my free hand I lick my lips wishing I could tell him exactly how I felt, but I know if I did it would never be the same between us. Especially since I don’t know if he felt the same way about me. “Please Katie please tell me.” Sighing I swallow what pride I have when I hear the anxiety raise in his tone.
“It’s because I like you more than a friend Zak.” His grip tightens on me when I whisper it into his ear. Pulling away he gazes into my eyes smiling. “Katie why didn’t you tell me?”
Mindlessly I kick a nearby rock and shrug. “Because I didn’t want to ruin anything between us, I was afraid too.” His smile broadens which makes me feel a bit more uncomfortable.
“Katie I really wish you would have told me earlier because it would have saved us the hassle of it all. The thing is I like you too.” Gulping my heart was on the verge of pounding out of my chest as he leaned in closer to me. His breath was hot on my lips and I licked them hungrily wishing he would close the small gap between them. Crashing from somewhere nearby startled us and our heads knocked together. Laughing we rubbed the area where we hit our heads as our eyes locked again and we knew the moment had been ruined and I quickly looked away.
“Maybe we should go back?” I say lightly.
“Yeah maybe you’re right. I bet Monica is going crazy not knowing where you are.”
“Oh I bet you she is.” I chuckled in agreement.
Walking back into the crowded house I looked everywhere for Monica, but she was nowhere to be found. Afraid something had happened to her I sent her several texts. My eyes caught Zak’s again instantly all worry vanished when I looked into those deep lucid blue eyes. His black shaggy hair hung just above his eyes, and his croaked smile always seemed to make my heart leap from my chest. Leaning into the door frame I watched as he expertly weaved his way to my side.
“I can’t find her.” I yell over the pulsating music.
“Did you text her?”
“Yeah I did and I haven’t heard back from her.” Concerned I flip my phone open again to discover she had in fact sent me back a message stating that she found someone to hook up with and would be back later. Flipping my phone shut shaking my head I groaned causing Zak to raise his eyebrow.
“What.” He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
“She hooked up with someone and won’t be back till later, and frankly I don’t want to be here for much longer.” Sighing I wrapped my arms around myself tapping the floor lightly.
“I’ll take you home if you want?” Excitement heavy in his voice as he moved in front of my line of vision I couldn’t help but smile.
“I’ll take you up on that offer.” Sliding his hand into mine he led me out through the crowd and out the front door. The music faded as we walked farther away from the house and to his small black Chevy truck. Opening the door he helped me inside I smiled to myself as I watched him run around to the driver’s side and started up the truck. Soft music from the speakers filled the truck and I instantly fell in love with the song.

It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside,
I’m not one of those who can easily hide.
I don’t have much money,
But boy if I did,
I’d buy a big house where we both could live.
So excuse me forgetting,
But these things I do,
See, I’ve forgotten if that green or that blue.
Anyway the thing is what I really mean,
Your eyes are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Great song isn’t it?” Nodding my head I looked over and smiled at him. He bit his lip as he leaned over at me his gorgeous eyes questioning me if it was alright to go farther. Nodding he placed his hand under my chin bringing my lips to his. Sparks flew throughout my body and I could tell he felt the same exact way I did by the way we moved in unison.

And you can tell everybody,
This is your song,
It may be quite simple, but now that is done
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world.

The electrifying kiss lasted till the very end of the song, and I knew from there on out that that would be our song. Pulling away from each other we smiled satisfied and glad that we finally let our feelings show.
“Who sings that?” I asked as he shifted the truck into gear.
“Ellie Goulding.” Glancing over at me I see a small smile spread across his face as he lightly puts his hand on my thigh. Pulling out onto the rain slicked road we headed towards my house. Sighing I leaned on to his shoulder as we pulled away from the first stop sign. Blazing lights pierced into our eyes when suddenly something collided with the side of the truck sending us rolling down the side of the hill. Blackness consumed my vision when the truck slammed hard into a tree. Blinking away debris I struggled to get up confused on how on earth I managed to end up on the side of the road I could of swore that I was in the truck when it collided with the tree. Staggering down the hill a scene that I didn’t expect to see came into view. Zak was doubled over what looked like to be my crumpled up body. Which was impossible because I was obviously fine right? He was sobbing hard as he rocked back and forth. Stepping closer I tried to set my hand on his shoulder but it slid right through. Stunned I shook my head and moved around and saw it was in fact my body that he was holding. My delicate pale face and vibrant red hair was covered in blood. My leg looked to be twisted in an odd angle, and my arm looked like it was almost ripped off. Gasping I clamped my hand over my mouth. There was no way I could be dead.
“Katie please please please don’t leave me.” Zak sobbed harder and I watched as tears fell onto my face. I knew that if I could cry I would be doing so now, but for some reason I j aust couldn’t. “Katie, please I love you, please stay with me.” Sirens filled their and soon my barely alive body was loaded onto a gurney and whisked away in an ambulance. I decided to ride with myself afraid that if somehow I wasn’t near it I would be gone for sure. Punching through the side of the ambulance I screamed in anger and pain. Everything was going just right for me now. Zak and I had finally just got things right. How could this have possibly happened to me? Hearing the paramedic’s talk they assumed that the guy driving the semi had fallen asleep at the wheel and crashed into us. They were surprised that Zak had even made it. Sighing I looked down noticing my legs seemed a bit more transparent. Panic spread throughout me as I saw them slowly disappearing. Suddenly the heart monitor they had me hooked up to went into a dead silent beep. Rushing they immediately went into CPR. It was horrifying seeing them work on my body like they did, but their efforts paid off when they entered the emergency room and they had me stabilized.
When they were satisfied that I was stable enough they rushed me into the operating room, and there was no way I was going to watch that so I decided to take the risk and left my body so I could check out the rest of the hospital. Aimlessly I wondered around until I came upon the waiting room where Zak and Monica sat.
“I called her parents like three times, and they still haven’t answered.” I began to pace the room when I saw a large patch on Zak’s head and his arm was in a sling. “What happened anyways?”
“I don’t want to talk about it okay.” Zak snapped back at her, “And I guess her parents are just to busy to care about her. You know it as well as I do that they have never been there for her when she needed them.” Lightly she shook her head in agreement. The door behind me creaked open and the doctor who was supposed to be operating on me stepped in.
“Are you here for Katie Myers?” They both looked up at the same time numbly shaking their heads. “Her operation went fairly well, we were able to repair most of the damage. She is in a coma, and there isn’t much brain activity. I’m not sure how long she’ll live for.” Pained looks crossed their faces as they took in the news.
“Can we see her?” Zak whispered lightly.
“Yes you can, but one at a time okay?” Standing up they shook their heads yes.
“You can go first Monica, I’ll be a bit.” She opened her mouth to protest but snapped it back shut and walked into my room. She pulled a chair up by my bed and began to sob.
“Oh Katie, this is my entire fault. I should have never gone with that guy. I should have stayed at the party and we could be at my house making fun of all the people that we hate right now.” I wanted nothing more than to comfort her and tell her everything was okay and that none of it was her fault, and that I wouldn’t have wanted her to just sit there being bored. Putting her head in her hands she sobbed harder. “I’m so sorry Katie.” Sniffling she stood up wiped away her tears and walked out of the room.
Seconds ticked by until Zak entered the room. A steady hum from my heart rate monitor was the only thing that could be heard. Watching him take a deep breath he walked over and sat in the chair Monica had left by my bedside. Silently he cried as I watched the tears slowly trickle down his face. “Katie, I’m so sorry. I should have been paying more attention this is all my fault.” Taking another deep breath I sat down on the edge of my bed in front of him. He took my hand and cupped it in his and brought it to his lips lightly kissing it. “God Katie, I wish that things would have worked out differently and I was the one here in the bed not you.” Anger welled up inside of me and I wanted nothing more than to scream at him telling him how stupid he sounded. “I feel so selfish saying that I wish we had more than the hour we actually had as something more than friends. But…” He choked up and began to cry and my anger was replaced by the need to comfort him. “But I will cherish that hour for the rest of my life, and I will always cherish all the years we were friends. I will always love you Katie Myer.” He stopped talking after that and I began to pace around my bed, looking down I saw the familiar transparent look and utter agony filled me. The dull long beep returned and chaos broke out in my room as Zak was pushed away from my side. Moving towards him I stood by his saddened face as the nurses and doctors worked on my body, but I knew this time I wasn’t coming back. A light grew in the corner, and my body was half gone. Turning I lightly whispered into his ear, “I will never forget you Zak Johnson, and I will always love you.” Kissing his cheek I watched him turn his head in my direction like he had heard and felt my kiss. Taking in a deep breath I turned and welcomed the light which had the distant sound of the song I heard during our first kiss which was our last.

Falling Inside The Black Chapter Two

My jaw dropped when I heard them say it so casually. Standing up my foot slid on Brian’s picture that I had thrown on the floor and I ended up face flat cussing at the world on the cold tile. Groaning I got up glaring at the two men who proclaimed I was an actual suspect in the murder of the man I loved.  Staggering forward careful of where I stepped this time I pointed my finger to the officers as my fury grew against them. “How dare you ever accuse me of something so absurd! Do you hear yourselves? I’m here in this damn loony bin because of what I saw! Not because I’m repressing the memory of killing him!” Seeing them exchange amused glances I snapped lunging forward making my intensions clear by raising my fist into the air, but I’m stopped by the nursing staff before I can get to them I begin to kick and thrash wildly cursing them for intervening. Fighting hard against their grasp I’m shoved into the ground and my face is pushed into the unforgiving linoleum like a burnt out cigarette. Sobbing I feel a small prick in my arm the sudden sensation of flying begins to fill throughout my body as blackness clawed its way into my vision and I gave into the welcoming warmth of the lucid drug.

*****

Ice chilling rain and harsh wind beat at the windows as lighting flashed across the gloomy sky, and I can’t help but be memorized by the storms beauty. Licking my lips I place my hand against the window pane.

“Come on Casey! We have to finish getting ready to go!” Tara yells from across the room snapping me from my trance.

“Coming!” I yell back.

Sighing I put on as fake of a smile as I can and turn from the dancing light show outside and head to my best friends side.  She’s got into this kick that whenever we head to the club she has to do my hair and makeup. Which I am grateful for the most I ever do is a small line of eyeliner, natural eye shadow, and well my long locks of ginger red hair I just leave it down no matter what. I guess you can say not a whiz at hair and makeup. Tara on the other hand wears the whole smokey eye look and a simple gloss of the lips all the time. Her black highlighted hair is always styled top notch which tonight’s style it’s a messy curly bun. Her tight short red dress accentuates every curve of her body and a pang of jealousy rings throughout my body wishing that I could look as good. I know we mostly head out to the clubs because I haven’t gotten into a relationship since moving here and well she recycles boys like none other and she feels obligated in finding me someone so I can follow in her footsteps.  After a good thirty minutes she has my dull looks dazzling she throws a small black dress and high spiked heels my way motioning for me to go put them on while she gets her things together.  Rolling my eyes I step into her small bathroom feeling the soft material in my hands fingering it gingerly I step into it pulling it up. Looking in the mirror I gasp. My hair is curled and falling loosely down my back, my radiant blue eyes stand out with the thick black eyeliner and smokey white shadow. Smiling at myself I run my hands down the sides of me satisfied that what curves I have shown with the slinky tightness of the dress. Exiting the bathroom Tara pulls one of her dramatic looking faces than busts out laughing.

“Damn girl you look good!” she says with a smile on her face.

“Yeah thanks to you I didn’t think I ever could look this good.  You are so going to have to show me how to do this kind of makeup.” I say as I wrap her into a thank you hug.

“You’re welcome, and I so will!” she says excitedly, “But let’s go I’m itching to get on the dance floor!”

“When aren’t you?” I blurt out though my laughter. Placing her hands on her hips she tries to look hurt, but joins in with my laughter as we walk out to her black Escalade.

Entering the club we immediately turned a few heads. Glancing at each other we giggled wildly as we headed straight for the dance floor. The pulsing rhythm of the music beat throughout our bodies like a drum as we swayed our hips in unison.  Thrill and happiness soared in my veins whenever a guy stopped to check me out or I got hate looks from several girls. Tara tapped on my shoulder pointing to the group of guys heading our way I instantly blushed when I saw Brain amongst them. Swallowing hard I stopped and pointed to the bar.

“Heading to get a drink.” She rolled her eyes and mouthed that I was a chicken as I turned and walked away.  Here’s the thing I’ve had the biggest crush on Brian since my parents and I moved here when I was still attending high school. And I remember the first day I walked into home room my eyes locked with Brian and I’ve been hooked ever since. I was told that he had planned on moving away after graduation I was devastated and decided to move on from the lingering thought of me and him being together. Now that I’m twenty one both me and Tara are attending the nearby university, and it just so happens that Brian and I have a few classes together.  Running into a nearby chair I stumble into the bar making the people near it laugh their heads off. Shooting them a sideways glance I ordered my water.  Tapping the bar top and slightly moving my hips to the music I feel someone poke my shoulder. Turning around I discover its Brain smiling at me.

“Hey.” He says in his amazingly sweet voice.

 Coughing I just stare at him to afraid to speak because I know if I do it will come out all high pitched and squeaky. He looks so amazing under the flickering colored lights which catch his grey blue eyes just right. His hair is spiked and styled just right, and his lips look soft and smooth. Licking my lips I push back the urge to kiss those immaculate lips and smile at him as he raises his eyebrow.

“Um hey Brian what’s up?” I say slowly making sure I don’t mess up the sentence to bad.

“I thought you were just going to sit there and stare at me.” He chuckles as his smile widens as he continues to speak. “But not much is up, but I was hoping to get a dance with you.” Butterflies instantly flood my body and I was afraid my knees were about to give out, but there was no way I was going to give up a chance to be so close to him. Choking back my fear I shook my head. 

“Sounds great!”  As he takes my hand leading me back towards the dance floor.

Placing his hands on my hips he pulls me slightly closer as we begin to dance and the thrill of him touching me sends sparks up my spine. Smiling as Tara gives me a thumbs up while she dances with one of his friends which I think his name is Austin.  Stepping slightly closer he leans in and whispers in my ear.

“I’m glad you decided to dance with me.” Inhaling deeply I can smell his tangy sweet smell that reminds me of pineapple. Grasping his should I pull him closer enjoying the feel of him against me.  Getting lost in the beat as we move together time seemed to hit fast forward, and before we knew it it was closing time. Laughing we ran to Tara’s car as the rain poured down on us. Tara and Austin lip locked just before he opened the door for her. Brain took my hand just before I opened the passenger side door pulling me closer to him.

“I really enjoyed dancing with you Casey.” I smiled at him as we locked eyes.

“I did too.” I say biting my lip he smiles lightly that makes my heart skip a beat.

“We should do it again sometime?” he says as he fills the gap between us. Feeling his breath on my lips I immediately look down suddenly feeling shy.

“Yeah we really should.”   Answering to the ground I kick a rock that’s by my shoe feeling like I should say more.

I feel him place his hand under my chin bringing my face closer to his. Cupping both sides of my face he leans in and kisses me deeply responding by wrapping my hands around his neck enjoying his velvety soft lips against mine.

*****

Groaning I’m greeted to a piercing bright white light.

“What the hell.” I swat at the unknown object.

“Sorry Casey!” I hear Tara’s squeaky voice. “I had to wake you up somehow and well I used my mini flashlight.” She jingles her keys in front of my face.

“Oh Tara!” All anger disappears as I sob her name as she wraps me up in a hug. “They think I did it! They think I killed Brian!” crying into her shoulder she pats me on the back lightly.

“I know. You’re parents told me.” She sadly ruffles my hair as I pull away. “They’re on their way here to see how you are, but I wanted to come before they got here.” Jumping we hear the door open as Doctor Nordstrom steps in. Clearing her throat she steps over to the bed placing her hand lightly on Tara’s shoulder.

“I’m going to need a few moments alone with Casey. Is that alright?”

“Yeah I guess so.” Tara gets up lightly passing me a worried look. “Be back in a few.” Watching her slip through the door it silently closes behind her, and I turn my attention to Doctor Nordstrom.  Knowing the inevitable that I need to talk with her so she will convince my parents that it’s okay for me to go home. Hell for all I know my parent’s had already planned on giving that okay by coming here.    

“What?” Groggily looking up into her face I shrug. “What more could you possibly want to talk about? I just found out that I’m a suspect in my boyfriend’s murder. I don’t even know why they think that? I couldn’t have done it, I just couldn’t of.” Tears flood my eyes and her round face obscures behind the glassy wall as they pour down my face. “I can’t even kill a fly how could I have possibly killed him?”  Slumping forward I place my head in my hands. She sits down on the edge of my bed placing her hand on my back.

“Casey I believe you didn’t kill him really I do. But they had to have some kind of reason to believe you must have done so.  You’re a strong woman I can see that by the way you defend and present yourself.  I’m not here to pressure you to talk, but I’m sure you’re friend has told you that your parent’s are on their way. Would you like to know the reason why?” A lump of hope swells in my throat and I shake my head.  “They believe you are stable enough to come home, and I agree with them greatly. According to Doctor Strunham’s files when you first came in you were mute and never responded to any questions, but you grown since those past few weeks. You’re more alive you talk, eat, and you’re opening up more. I don’t think you’ll ever be a harm to yourself or others. The only thing that I request is that you come in and see me at least once a week.”

Looking at her with disbelief in my eyes I slightly smile at what she has told me.  “Thank you so much, and I think I can keep that request. You were right. It’s nice talking with you.” Returning my smile she stands up pats me on the shoulder and leaves letting Tara come back in.

“You’re smiling for once. What did she tell you?” Sitting down on the bed she wraps me into another hug. “She told me my parents are on their way here to come and take me home, and that she approves my release.” Gasping she pulls back with a smile on her face.

“OMG it’ll be nice to have you back at home!” She squeals and jumps up from the bed bouncing up and down. Raising my   eyebrow at her reaction she blushes and sits back down. “Sorry I’ve missed hanging out with you is all jeez.”   

Shaking my head getting up I head over to the window. It’s raining and I can’t help but think back to the first time Brian and I kissed. The tiny pitter patter of the rain hitting the window pane made me think of the music from that night. Pulling away from the window I choke back a sob and realize my parents have joined us in the room. Immediately my mom runs over wrapping me into a hug followed by my dad.

“We’re so sorry we put you in here hun. We were just so afraid of what you might do to yourself. That nice new doctor told us you have been making such great progress.” Biting back a smart comment I just sit there hugging them shaking my head as they talk to me. “Get your things together you’re coming home with us. We can even get some of that food from Los Alberto’s if you want on our way back home.”  My stomach responds at the mention of food by grumbling loud and I just realized how hungry I was. Smiling I look at them. “Sounds great mom.”

After dinner, a shower, and constant bugging from my mom I laid down in bed glad that I’m finally alone. The soft blue sheets and pillows were amazing compared to the ones back in that cramped white room.  Sighing I look at the pebbled ceiling thinking of my next move, but I find it hard to focus and soon I drift into a dreamless sleep.

Hours have ticked by when a loud thump jolts me from my sleep. Sitting up I scan my room to discover a tall dark figure standing in front of the window. The moonlight outside aluminates his figure as he gauntly walks my way.  My eyes grow wide as he yanks the sheets that I’ve bundled up around my chin and laughs a small chuckle.

“Who are you?” I manage to squeak out.

“The last person you’ll ever see.” His husky voice fills the dead silent air just before I scream for help.

Nothing Like Late Nights and Cupcakes

Hey guys! I've decided to give the whole blog thing a go again. Plus it just makes it easier to update for my stories instead of just posting them on the forums. I'm still kinda new to this cuz the last time I did this I didn't mess with it all that much. So I'm still learning so bare with me while I learn it all. Such as making layouts haha. Thats a thing of the past I've masted actual website layout making but this here yea not so much. BUT enough rant. I have all the stories I have written for just because to entries for writing comps I am in. Which my newest installment is Falling Inside the Black. I'm quite proud of it, but I know a lot of people don't really like the horror type of stories, but thats what I write about the best. And working graveyards it's a nice way to get the creative juices flowing! Sooo yeah lol thats about it. I'm kinda boring at times, and well okay most of the time, and yet you guys may think differently idk. But night guys I still have like 4 hours left till I can actually go to sleep.

LittleSmirk

Falling Inside the Black Chapter One

I lie in my bed tears still streaming down my eyes. Staring at the picture in my hands. Why, Why, Why? This is horrible. I think to myself when waves of confusion roll throughout my mind. Wiping away my tears I look through the small barred window in my completely white room. Everyone has been telling me that my boyfriend Brian was murdered in cold blood a few weeks ago. Apparently I found his body cut up into little pieces all over his bathroom floor which caused me to lose my marbles and I ended up getting put in this nut house called Milton’s Behavioral Health Center. The thing is I don’t remember ever finding his body, I don’t even remember my melt down. All I know is that I woke up one day strapped to this stupid little bed in this cramped and musty smelling room. Sighing I take in a deep breath wishing I could remember everything. The doctors say that I have mentally blocked out the memory because it was so traumatic, and one day it will resurface if I ‘try’ hard enough to remember. Biting my lip I clutch his picture to my chest willing and hoping for the memory to resurface. Most of all I want to prove to myself that what they are telling me are lies and that he’ll come running in here to save me and tell them I’m not crazy. If it’s true that he really is dead and I do see this memory I know I'll wish I never relived such horror. Closing my eyes I lay back as flashes of a dream cloud my thoughts and mind and soon I am out cold as ice.
******
The sun is shining brightly in the deep blue sky, there’s not a cloud in sight. Brian and I are running hand in hand through a beautiful field of flowers. We’re laughing as he whisks me up into a hug and passionately kisses me.
“I love you Casey, with all my heart. I never wanted to leave you.”
Confusion turns my smile into a frown. “I love you too Brian, but what are you talking about you’re here with me right now? You haven’t left me.”
Sadness grows across his rigid face and he places his hand on the side of my cheek kissing me one last time. The sky grows dark and clouds roll in throughout the valley suddenly I’m yanked from his arms, and I begin to scream for him to come and save me from this unseen force. Walls begin to fall around me when I realize I’m in Brian’s living room. The door creaks open and the memory comes back to me with such force I’m seeing it through the eyes of my dream self.
The scent of wild roses, burnt food and blood fill my lungs as I step into Brian’s apartment. Reaching over I flick on the lights half expecting Brian to jump out and scare the crap out of me, but instead I’m greeted to utter chaos. Hamburger and noodles are burning on the stove and the smoke billows up angrily licking at the cherry wood cabinets. My first thoughts were that he must have cut his finger open and that’s why I smell blood in the damp air, but that was until I saw his living room. Glass and water are strewn across the glossy hardwood floor along with the red wild roses. His leather couch is tipped over and the small chairs, lamps, and end tables lay scattered across the room. Stepping forward I hear a squishing sound under my feet. Looking down I see my white converse high tops turn a deadly crimson red. Clamping my hands over my mouth I see his Persian rug is soaked in blood. Unable to help myself I follow little drips of blood to his bedroom door. Lightly pushing it open I choke back a scream when I see his bedroom in total disarray. Blood stains the beige bed spread and the plush white carpet. It’s been spattered across the creamy brown walls there’s even a few bloody handprints by the bathroom door. A picture of Brian and I lay by the turned over oak dresser it’s glass is cracked and there’s a few bloody fingerprints by my smiling face. Carefully avoiding the stains I slowly move around the corner of the bed. Seeing into the bathroom horror spreads throughout my body causing my knees buckle out from underneath me as I let out a blood curdling scream. The bathroom is drenched from the walls to the floor in blood, but worst of all I know it’s Brian’s because pieces of him lay all over the tiled floor. Hot tears spring to my eyes as I scream in agony I think I hear running out in the living room but I’m not sure because my mind is to focused on the fact that his head lay twenty feet in front of me.
*****
My eyes snap open and my heart is beating so erratically I’m afraid it’s going to pound right out of my chest. Tears spill down my cheeks and I begin to sob loud and hard. They weren’t lying to me! They were telling the truth he really was murdered and I did find his body. Wrapping my arms around my legs I bring them close to my chest so I can rock back in forth as I try to get a hold of myself. Taking in deep breaths my heart and breathing return to normal and my tears now silently fall onto my white jumpsuit. Finally I stop rocking back and forth as I stare at his smiling picture and for some reason I find that it is mocking me from my relentless breakdown. Grabbing the picture I crumple it up tossing it to the ground and a wave of longing and sorrow fill my body I place my head back on my knees feeling sorry for myself when I hear the door creak open. A frumpy nurse enters my room assuming she’s new because I can see the fear on her face.
“Casey my name is Holly. How are you today?”
I just sit there and stare at her as she nervously picks at the hem of her smock. “Uh the doctor will be in here shortly to talk with you. But I just wanted to check in on you.” Which both me and her know that she is being forced pretty much to stand there and wait for the doctor to come in. Seconds tick by when a plump lady wearing a long white coat finally enters joining us.
“Holly you may go.” Hearing Holly breathe a sigh of relief she rushes out of the room shutting the door behind her.
“Hello Casey.” She sits on the edge of my bed and I raise my eyebrows wondering why she’s not somehow freaked out by being near a nut case. Clearing her throat she speaks again.
“Casey I’m Doctor Nordstrom, but you may call me Michelle. I’ll be working with you from here on out.”
This wasn’t good, I didn’t like talking with new people and I had finally gotten used to talking to Doctor Strunham about my issues. And I was surely not going to open up to this annoying doctor by any means.
“Where’s Doctor Strunham?” I manage to squeak out.
“He’s been transferred, I’m sorry. I know you don’t like opening up with new people, but I bet if you give me a chance I’m really easy to talk to.”
Rolling my eyes I scoot closer to the corner of the wall trying to make a point that there was no way that was going to happen. She stands up adjusting her skirt and smiling lightly. “Though the police would like to speak with you again is that all right?”
“Whatever.” I say as I look towards the crumpled up picture on the floor. Turning on her heels she opens the door motioning for them to come in. Two tall brawny officers stride into the room eyeballing me suspiciously.
“What?” I snap at them as I glare through the slits of my eyes. “I’ve told you guys already what I know. Nothing has changed I don’t remember anything.” I lie.
“I’m Officer Miles and this is Officer Cook, and we aren’t here to question you anymore on what you know.” Officer Cook is a bit on the round side, something tells me he hits the doughnut box more than the gym, and Officer Miles well he just seems like he has a stick up his butt.
Raising my eyebrow I gawk at them. “Okay than what are you and Officer Doughnut doing here than?” I’m not in the mood to hear them rant to me about anything let alone talk with them at all. The only thing on my mind is curling up in a ball on this tiny bed and trying to forget the horrific memory. Seeing them glance at each other and shift uneasily Officer Doughnut decides to pipe in.
“We have some suspects on your boyfriend’s murder.”
Yawning I lay back into the corner and stare at them. “And why are you telling me this?” I say making sure I let the annoyance in my voice come through.
“We have three, and you Miss Casey Lufkin are one of them.”

Trashed and Scattered

A loud bang clapped throughout the air and the ground rumbled beneath my feet knocking me over. Cursing under my breath I looked up towards the sky seeing a large plume of smoke rising into the air where my college stood. Getting to my feet I raced the way I came to be greeted with nothing but smoldering rumble where Wheston University once stood. Tears weld up into my eyes when I hear shouts coming from the horrific scene. It was dreadful all the tainted ground. I couldn’t help but feel bad for the place even if they had expelled me and the teachers were horrible. The ground was all ashes; so when I stepped forward my white converse turned black than a deadly red color. I was horrified that I had stepped on a dead body, but it lay in a dead raccoon. “Oh god…” Revolted I covered my nose and moved forward but a sudden force pushed me down. I couldn’t make out what, or who did so because I simply didn’t have the time because I was out cold. After I came too I discovered I was tied to a chair. Moving my head a moan escaped my lips as sharp pain jolted throughout my head. Biting my lip I force myself to ignore the pain to take in my surroundings. I was in the middle of a small dimly light room that smelled of mold and rotting meat, with that and my pounding head made me want to hurl with each and every breath I took. The walls were made of cement bricks and looked to be splattered with what looked like blood which I was desperately hoping it wasn’t. There was a small rotting door kitty corner from me that looked like it would only take one punch or kick to make it crumble. Closing my eyes and sighing I finally gave into the throbbing pain and let my head slump forward. Hearing the door scrap against the dirty tiled floor a horrendous chuckle fills the dead silent air I kept my eyes closed in hopes of who ever took me will think I’m still unconscious and they’ll leave. Hearing the door close I sigh a breath of relief thinking they fell for my plan, I feel a hand clamp around my hair and forcefully yank my head back hard causing me to snap my eyes open and watch the room spin wildly out of control.
“Hello Lindsey.” A deep alluring voice purrs into my ear sending chills up my spine.
“Who are you? How do you know my name?” I try my best to hide the fear in my voice, but fail miserably because it comes out high pitched and squeaky.
Moving around the chair he stayed to the shadows of the room so I counldn't get a good look of his face. “You should know me. We take…” stopping he chuckles to himself than continues. “We took chemistry together. I sat three tables behind you.” Assuming he can see the confusion on my face I see his hand slide down his face. “Remember that note in your locker a few days ago, the one about someone making bombs in the school and planning to blow it up? My friend and I were in it together though I never thought he would betray me so I had to take care of him. I planned on doing it anyways after he helped me set the bombs, but well I can’t have a liability hanging around me.” Fear flashes across my face as I hear his words and watch him walk behind the chair I’m sitting in. “Yup Miss Lindsey I’m the one that blew that precious school to pieces.” I feel a sharp prick on my cheek and I can feel the blood ooze and run down my face. “Do you remember me yet?”
“I…I…” I think to my best capability but I still keep drawing blanks. “I don’t.” I sigh out in defeat. He slams his foot into the side of the chair and I fall helplessly to the cold floor yelping when my body and head connect to the floor. Tears spring to my eyes when I see blood stains all over it. Footsteps echo throughout the room and a pair of red dirty running shoes appear in my vision blocking out the horrid stains.
“Lindsey really I’m disappointed you don’t know who I am. Heartbroken actually because I love you , you know that?” Grunting he kneels down, my heart begins to pound and it feels like it’s about to jump from my chest when his hands and face appear. He has shaggy black hair that hangs into his ocean blue eyes. His features are strong and rigid; he has a small scar on his check that adds to his absolute stunning appearance. That’s when it hits me I know exactly who he is. He’s one of them good looking geeky kids. I remember he always got picked on and no one wanted to be around him because he was so weird. “Bridger.” A devilish smile spreads across his face when I say his name. “I knew you would recognize me.”
“Why did you kidnap me? And why blow up the school, there was innocent people in there!” I ask through gritted teeth. Throwing his head back he laughs as if I should already know the answers. “Because angel that school was nothing but full of prissy judgmental snobs, like that boyfriend of yours.” My heart sinks when I think of Shadix, I talked to him shortly before the explosion and I can only hope he wasn’t near the school when Bridger blew it up. “When my locker was filled with cow crap that was the last straw I had had enough of all their bull. I’d been studying with my friend on how to build bombs. I figured I’d be doing society a nice duty by removing them all from the face of this planet. Though when I decided to make my big bang I wanted to make sure you weren’t in or near the school when it all went down. That’s why I pretended to be someone from the hospital saying that your mother and father were in the emergency room. I didn’t think you would actually call their cell just to make sure. You’re a smart thinker there Lindsey.” I open my mouth to ask how he knew I called but he placed one of his fingers to my mouth stopping me. “I know what you’re thinking, I followed you to make sure you weren’t near the place, but when you stopped I knew my plan was foiled so I blew it all to bits before you could head back.” Staring off into space he twirled the knife between his fingers.
“But you didn’t say why you kidnapped me.” My voice startling him he drops the knife and immediately snatches it off the floor. Rolling my eyes, “Not like I could have taken it anyway smart one.”
He shoots me a look and ignores my comment by answering my question. “Why? Because Lindsey you were different from the others.” Taking his free hand he caresses my cheek and I hold back the urge to vomit. “I mean yeah you were beautiful like them, with your long wavy blonde hair, delicate features, a smile to die for and those gorgeous green eyes that could stop any guy in their tracks. It was hard not to fall for you the instant I saw you, but of course I did. It didn’t help that you didn’t treat me like those other scumbags did.” Removing his hand he got up and I bit my lip thankful that he was no longer touching me. I feel myself and the chair being lifted from the floor and within an instant his face was in front of mine and I could feel his hot breath against my lips. “Say you’ll be mine?” His lips brush against mine and my body instantly tenses with the foreign touch.
“Go to HELL!” I scream into his face, which goes from calm to angry in a split second. His hand connects with my face hard causing my head to spin. Tears run down my dirty ash streaked face. “Then you must die, because if I can’t have you than no one else can!” My sobs bounce off the walls as I watch him grab a small syringe off of a wooden table that I don’t recall being there before. Tapping the side of it he squirts clear liquid out than moves towards me plunging it deep into my arm. Burning instantly fills me as it works its way through my blood stream making me cry out in pain. Grabbing my face he forces me to look at him. “Can you feel it eating at you as it crawls its way through your body?” Releasing me he grabs another syringe purging it into my shoulder. “FEEL IT!” he screams into my tear and sweat streaked face.
“YES! Please, please stop!” I shriek back at him. My heart races faster and I can feel it eating at me. His laughter floods into my ears as he sees the horrific look on my face. “I can’t do that even if I wanted to.” His voice is full of amusement as he walks over to the tiny wooden table snatching up a small bottle. “See this here?” Waving the bottle in front of my face, but I can’t read it through my tear filled eyes. “Its hydrochloric acid, it’s a type of acid that burns and slowly eats you alive, but here’s the thing I’ve also filled it with high doses of cyanide. So who knows maybe you‘ll die from poisoning instead of being eaten alive. Either way I’m going to enjoy watching you die a slow and painful death.” Humming he paces around the chair watching me squirm in agony.
The clanging of a knife echoes into my ears and I feel my ties being cut, but I’m shoved to the floor hard turned over and straddled by him. He slides the knife down the opposite arm that he’s been injecting the deadly poison into me. I watch him pull it up examine it and lick the blood clean off of it. Turning my head sideways I vomit onto the floor which makes him laugh harder. “Now don’t worry about me, your blood wasn’t all bubbly so it wasn’t highly contaminated yet I think I’ll survive. But god you taste good.” Tilting his head he examines my face and I can see him staring at my lips. “Makes me wonder what your kisses taste like.”Grabbing my face he places his lips hard against mine. “Ah exactly how I thought you would taste like.” His breath is sickly hot against my neck and I try my best to struggle against him, but it’s useless I’m too weak to fight him off. Getting up he heads back to the table, obviously knowing I can’t go anywhere. “You know Lindsey you’ll be the tenth girl I’ve killed?” I lay silently on the cold dirty floor letting my tears drip onto it. “Neither of them would love me back. So obviously they had to go through some form of torture like you are now. My first was back in high school. Maybe you knew her? Stephanie Miller? I pushed her off a four story building, but everyone said it was suicide. The rush was amazing though as I watched her fall and hit the ground. Ah than there was Kelly I torched her inside of her car. Oh and there was Jasmine, Amanda, and Trish I shot them to death here in this very room. And if I recall Lauren, Lillie, Camille, and Monica were stabbed to death here too. So to answer any questions, yes that really is blood on the floor and walls. “
He walks over with another syringe and as he get ready to plunge this one into my back the door flies open and Shadix steps in. Bridger drops the syringe and lunges towards Shadix who meets him half way. Shadix shoves him to the ground and glares at him. I’m saved I think to myself as I find a reason to struggle and fight for my life. The acid burns more and I’m beginning to fill sick to my stomach. Shadix glances over at me locking his eyes with mine. “I’m so sorry for getting you into this.” His voice if full of hurt and sorrow.
“I told you not to get attached to her. You knew I was going to do this no matter what.” Confusion settles on my face as I try to think of what Bridger could possibly mean. There was no way Shadix could of known this was going to happen to me, he would of let me know. Wouldn’t of he? “You knew I was following her, you knew I wanted her!”
“Shut up Bridger!” Shadix yells at him. “I told you not to go near her. I knew the plan was to kill her if she didn’t want to be with you, but I fell in love with her instead! And what the hell did you do to the school! I thought you were joking about blowing it sky high. None of those people did anything to you!”
“You knew I couldn’t leave her alone brother! She has to die! And as far as the school all those scumbags got what was coming to them. They deserved every bit of pain they felt, they all treated me like I was nothing!” I whimper as Bridger’s words finally sink in and I begin to cry again. Both of them look my way Shadix with sadness in his eyes and Bridger with anger and resentment in his. “God Bridger there’s no way we can cover that up.” Shadix leans down and touches my bleeding arm and I flinch from his touch, hurt flashes across his face for a second but replaced with anger. “You knew Bridger.” He shrugs. “You’re point?” I can see the anger well up more in Shadix as he grabs the nearby knife and lunge for Bridger. I watch helplessly as Bridger grabs the knife from Shadix and plunge it into his chest. He turns towards me once Shadix collapses to the ground with fury behind his eyes and a twisted smile across his face as he raises the knife above his head. “Isn’t it great to find out that the one man you loved so much killed as many girls as I have?” I cry out as a shot rings throughout the small damp room. Shock spreads across his face as he looks down blood spreads out across his white shirt. I look over and see Shadix on his knees with a gun in his hand. Bridger crumbles falling on top of me, the knife plunging into my chest. I gasp as my body is filled with more pain, blood runs from my mouth and weightlessness fills my body. Shadix crawls over and grasps my hand. “I’m so sorry Lindsey. I truly and will always love you.” Those were the last words I heard as I passed into the black abyss.

Dear Agony: Chapter Four Cheater

Morning came to quick. We stood at the door hugging each other for as long as we could. We both knew it was time for him to leave and we didn’t want to let go of each other. His co-worker blared the horn Stephen let go of me and kissed me deeply on the lips.

“Love you Izzy.” Brushing the hair out of my face and kissing me lightly again I sighed I didn’t want to let him go, “I love you too Stephen.” The horn blared again and we both rolled our eyes. Giving each other one last hug and kiss he was out the door. Watching him go was the hardest thing I had to do. I wanted so badly to chase after him and stop him from going, but I know I can’t do that. Sighing again I knew I had to get things done instead of staring out the window waiting for him to get home. I climbed up the stairs to get ready gabbing my phone off the nightstand I texted Claire a very apologetic text message in hopes of maybe getting together with her and the girls after I quit my job that is. Right when I was heading out the door to head into the theater I got my reply from her.

“Girl we know how you are! And it’s way understandable he’s a good looking guy! How about we get together at the theater here around noon?”

Smiling I text her back.

“Well I want nothing more than friendship with Sam anyways.” Lie of course because the guy is always on my mind. “And I’m heading into the theater right now. I’m going to quit my job. I’ll tell you guys about it later.”

Another girls day out was exactly what I needed to get my mind off of all the things that seem to be muddling it.

I made it before they did so I headed in and talked to my boss telling him I quit due to the fact that I wanted to pursue another career. He took it quite will which was nice because he’s been known for his random out bursts. I remember him yelling at Tiffani when she quit. Who know maybe he’s used to it or he just didn’t think I would cut it. Either way I’m glad to be away from the confined spaces of the theater and its stage.  By the time I left the building and got outside my friends had collected just outside the doors. We ran around to all the local shops and grabbed a bite to eat. I told them Stephen was in Sunset valley for the next month and that we should all hang out more. It had been eating at me from what I did with Sam that I had to tell them everything that happened.  How I regret making out with him and at the same time how I craved more. They all had exchanged worried glances which they didn’t think I caught but I did, but when they looked at me they had smiles on their faces and began to rattle off their two cents.  By the time that they were finished brutally beating me with their words I was in some serious need for some strong drinks. So we all hugged and headed our separate ways after we were done eating.  When I got home and walked through the front door I locked it went to the bedroom and changed into my pajamas. I entered the kitchen grabbed a bottle of some hard stuff and a glass and headed back up the stairs to settle in on the couch and read my favorite book while I waited for Stephen to call me.  When the phone rang I jumped and some of the drink spilt down my chin. I hadn’t realized that I was drinking from the bottle and my mind was beginning to get fuzzy.

“Hello?” I slurred a bit.

“Hey, babe. How are you?”  If he caught it he didn’t say anything.

“Hey Stephen! I’m doing pretty good. I finally got together with my friends and went shopping. How was your flight?”
It was long and boring. And I’m sharing a room with Rob. I’m hoping like hell I can get some sleep tonight. It’s going to be tough between not having you here with me and Rob’s snoring.”  We both laugh.

“Well I know I won’t be able to..” A knock on the door startles me and causes me to almost drop the phone “sleep.” I get up and peak into the doors peep hole to discover that it’s Sam.  “Oh babe I’m sorry but I need to go. Claire is outside on the porch crying.”

“Oh.” I can hear the disappointment in his voice.” Okay I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too hun.” I hang it up the phone and set it down on the end table and answer the door. “What are you doing here Sam?” I place one of my hands on my hip and cock my eyebrow.

“You smell like alcohol.” I blush as he raises his eyebrows. “But I heard Stephen was out of town and I wanted to drop on over here and see you.” I bite my lip.

“Uh well I was just getting ready to go to sleep. Maybe you can stop by sometime in the morning?” I can feel my head beginning to swim as the alcohol takes over and clouds all my judgment and I didn’t want him in the house with me when the effects took my mind completely.  I begin to shut the door but he wedges his foot between the wall and door.

“Aw come on Izzy. I’ve missed you.” He pushes the door open more and smiles his crooked smile that makes my heart skip. I sigh and let him in. “Fine just for a minute.”

He walks in and looks at me, “Thanks. You can’t say that you didn’t miss me even a little bit.” He’s right I can’t say that and guilt floods my body. He slips off his jacket and plops down on the couch.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks at me.

“It’s not what you think.” I stammer out.

“Uh huh or is that just the alcohol talking?”

He really has gotten to me these past few days. The feelings I have for him always seem conflicted. It bothers me that I let him get under my skin, but I like it at the same time. His voice snaps me out of my thoughts and back to the reality of the situation.

“So you just gonna stand there and state at me. I mean I know I’m good looking but you can at least be blunt about it and not just stare.” A blush flares into my cheeks turning them red/

“Oh uh sorry.” I plop down next tom him on the couch. , and realize that I’m still in my tank top and undies. I feel him shift to face me my heart races and I almost stop breathing when I feel his breath hot against my neck. My minds now swimming in its own dream land, and everything begins to spin out of control when his lips press against mine. Who am I kidding? I’ve wanted this we kissed yesterday. Wrapping my arms around him I pull him closer. I hear him mutter against my lips something that sounds like, “That’s more like it.” Out kisses grow hungrier our hands more adventurous.  The next thing I know I’m waking up in bed with him hours later. My head is pounding and my drinks have worn off. I become sick to my stomach because of what I just did. I get up and lock myself into the bathroom and cry silently to myself. I’m furious at myself for being so stupid and letting him in when I knew my judgment would be compromised. I know I can’t keep this from Stephen I must tell him when he calls me. I hear a knock on the door and I glance towards it not budging.

“Izzy you okay?”

“Sam just leave please. I need to be by myself.” I can hear him growing frustrated.

 “Whatever.”  He spits out.

I assume he goes back into the bedroom gets dressed and then slams the door as he leaves.  I curl up into a ball on the cold tiled floor and break down and sob till I feel numb. The rest of the day goes by in a blur and night came to quickly along with Stephen’s phone call. Breaking down I tell him everything that happened between me and Sam. I can hear the pain in his voice when he finally speaks.

“Izzy how,” He draws in a breath, “how could you do this to us?”

“I don’t know.” I sob into the phone.

“I can’t talk about this right now. I just can’t, it hurts too much Izzy.” The line goes dead. I’m still staring at it clutching it in my hands willing him to call back. But I know he won’t. I feel so numb and dead inside I don’t want to move. I crawl into bed holing his pillow I cry myself to sleep. A few weeks have gone by and the most I’ve done is move from the bed to the bathroom than to the kitchen than back to bed usually with something hard to drink in hopes of dulling the ever growing pain in my heart. I haven’t heard from Stephen since I told him and frankly I don’t blame him. I miss him so much it feels as if I’ve swallowed glass. ON the other hand Sam calls me more than ten times a day. He even sends me texts asking why I won’t answer the phone. He’s even resorted to coming over and banging on my door twice a day. Eventually my friends come to my aide and let them in grateful for a bit of company. I know I’m a sight for sore eyes. My hairs messy, my eyes have bags under them and blood shot from crying so much. I tell them everything that happened, they tell me they saw it coming but never told me because they knew I would deny it. I know I have no right to be mad at them for not telling me because they are right. Claire says I can move in with her till I figure out what’s going on between me and Stephen. So the week before he’s supposed to come home I moved out thanks to the help of my friends. I call him up knowing he won’t answer but I leave a voicemail telling him I won’t be there when he gets home and that I’ve moved in with Claire. Though I am betting now that he doesn’t care either way.  

Settling down in Claire’s guest room was difficult to do. Knowing that I won’t see him when he arrives is painful and fresh tears sting my eyes. I strip my clothes off and jump into the tub to soak before I head to bed. I’m hoping it will help release some stress, but I know it won’t. Claire took me to the doctor earlier in the day before she headed to work. He prescribes me some type of sleeping pill and something for my depression as well. I swallow both pills after getting out of the tub and climb into bed waiting to fall into a drug induced dreamless sleep. I sleep like the dead, and I don’t wake till late in the afternoon. I do feel a bit more refreshed but my emotions are still raw, and I don’t want to face Claire and ‘talk’ about my issues. So I don’t leave my room to get something to eat till she’s left for work. After eating and watching a few shows I go back to my room to take my meds again, but I’m stopped by the sound of rocks being thrown against the window. I pull the curtain aside and see Sam standing out on the lawn. My mind begins to spin out of control. How on earth did he know where I was let alone which room I was in? I open the window to voice my question.

“Sam how did you know I was here?”

“I just did. How come you’ve been avoiding my calls and messages?”

“Because you helped me ruin my life Sam that’s why.”

“But we can be together now he’s out of the picture. You said that things might be different if he wasn’t around!”

“Never!” I scream at him, “I never want to see you again and I never want to be with you! Just leave me alone! I never want to see your face again Sam!”

“You’ll never get rid of me! I’ll have you one day Izzy. One day you will be mine, or you will be dead!”

I slam the window shut and locks than run through the house making sure everything is locked up. That’s when Sam begins to bang on the door yelling, “If I can’t have you Izzy no one can! Do you hear me? I’ll kill you myself!”

I run into the kitchen and grab a knife and the phone I head back into the living room shaking and waiting for him to come through that door.  I franticly dial 911 and I begin to sob to the operator as he bangs harder. Soon I hear the wailing of sirens and my knees buckle under nether me when I hear it stop knowing that he’s run off. It was just my luck that Claire got home right when the police showed up.  As she and the cops burst through the door they find me sobbing on the floor sill clutching the phone and knife. Claire bends down and takes both away from me and sets them aside lightly on the floor and takes me into her arms and helps me sit on the couch. After I’ve been calmed down I tell them how I think Sam has been stalking me and all the things he said to me that’s lead me to believe that he just isn’t a stalker, but he’s dangerous as well. They tell me and Claire that they will have an officer stationed outside for the next few days and nights. But still Claire and I were to afraid to go to sleep or move we just sit there holding onto each other shaking

Dear Agony: Chapter Three Tension

Walking into the house I expected to see Stephen up and waiting for me. Instead I was greeted with loud nasally snoring. He was dead to the world passed out on the couch. He was in a position I swear didn’t look all that comfortable and he even developed a bit of a drool spot. Smiling slightly I debated if I should wake him up or not. Though I took into consideration that I couldn’t just leave him asleep on the couch thinking I never made it home. Shaking him lightly I whispered his name till he raised his head and looked at me through heavy eyelids.

“Izzy is that you?” His voice was thick with sleep.
“Yes hun it’s me. Now get up an off that couch you’re making me sore just looking at you.” He stumbled to his feet and I lead him to the bedroom, I helped him out of his clothes before he climbed into bed. Heading back out of the room I went to check and make sure all the doors were locked and everything was shut off for the night. Satisfied I peeled off my clothes and curled up next to Stephen in bed. I awake the next morning with a pang of guilt riddling my body. My dreams were filled with Sam and me kissing and dancing the night away while Stephen was forced to watch.  I push the thoughts away when I smell coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen and realize he’s not in bed with me. Climbing out of bed I yank on an oversized T-Shirt to investigate. My stomach grumbles with hunger when I take a whiff of the yummy smells when I enter the kitchen.

“Mmm Stephen the food smells yummy.”  He turns abruptly obviously not expecting me to be up yet. “Hey you’re awake.” He smiles as I plop down at the table.

 “What’s all this for?” I ask trying to sound as curious as possible, but I don’t really care because all I really want to do is shovel food in my face.

“Can a guy not cook every once in a while for the woman he loves?” Placing a plate in front of me I eyeball it greedily but trying to be patient till he sits down.

“I’m not complaining one little bit. Just seems weird you hardly cook.” I take a huge bite of bacon the moment he sits down.  “So I guess you found a ride him last night? I feel like crap for not being awake when I got your text last night.” He looks down at his food. “So I figured I’d cook you a nice breakfast as an apology.”  He looks hopeful as I take his hand.  “Stephen I’m not mad at you one little bit. It’s not your fault my friends up and ditched me. It should be you anyways that’s mad at me for not being home or at least calling you to tell you I was going to be late. ” He gives my hand a squeeze. “You kidding me I can’t stay mad at you no matter what you do.”  More guilt floods over me and I debate telling him about Sam.  But I decide against it changing the subject quickly before I end up spacing and thinking of him again. “So uh how was your night?” He let’s go of my hand and begins to munch away on his food. “Eh, it wasn’t too bad. We went to that new bar in town. And Rob well was being Rob; he got up onto the stage and sang Karaoke, very badly might I add.” We both laugh, “Well Sounds like you at least had some entertainment.” He finishes up his food and looks up at me, “Yeah it was pretty entertaining,” than looks down at his watch. “Crap it’s time for me to head into work. I’ll give you a call on my lunch break. Love you.” He gets up and kisses me before heading out the door. “Love you too hun.”

After cleaning I decide to get ready and head to the park. I was hoping to run into my friends but instead I ran into Sam.”Well well well lookie who we have here. What brings you to the park today Izzy? Was it me, I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.”  For one thing that’s pretty much what I wanted was to see him again, but I couldn’t let him know that. “Fresh air brought me here smart one.” He smirks, “You Sure it wasn’t me?”  He walks toward me and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Yeah I’m pretty sure.” and I can’t help but return the smirk.  “Sure.” He pulls me closer, “Hey look I’m starved you wanna go and get something to eat with me.” I sit and contemplate my options. “Well I just ate, but I suppose I could go with you and keep you company.” Even though I didn’t feel overly comfortable being alone with him, I desired to do so. To me it was like playing with fire fun but dangerous at the same time. “Good enough for me.” Pulling me toward his motorbike.

As he ate I got to hear his whole life story. He is twenty-four, moved here from someplace called Chesapeake Falls. He actually owns his motorcycle, and some rusty beat up Dodge Charger that doesn’t run. Both of his parents died in some tragic car accident when he was fourteen.  When Stephen called I was caught off guard but relieved at the same time. Hearing all about him was getting massively annoying. He was nice to look at, but he’s really full of himself. So I was happy for the excuse to get away from him. He was bad news hanging around even if he annoyed me. He had this charm about him that just seemed to pull me in. And well I liked it and I didn’t at the same time. I knew from that point on that if I gave into that charm I know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

Lunch with Stephen was great for the most part. Up and till he told me that there was this temporary job up in Sunset Valley that he and a few others were selected to do. I could tell he was thrilled, but he hadn’t received all the details about it yet. He wouldn’t find out about it till after lunch. I was anxious when we parted ways again. Sighing as I walked up the driveway I say a shadowy figure standing by the door. I hesitated and Sam stepped out of the shadows. Which was just great more things to confuse my brain. “Sam what are you doing here?” as I try to step around him. “I wanted to see you again.” Smirking his amazingly well known smirk. “Well, how long have you been waiting?” I say as I try to inch my way past him some more. “Not long.” He takes a step closer to me. “And uh why did you want to see me again?” I was so close to the door I could almost touch it. “Isn’t that a simple question to answer?” He steps closer and our lips are almost touching, I open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off by placing a finger to my lips. He leans in and whispers into my ear “It’s because I want you to be mine Izzy.” I gasp shoving him back a little so I can look into his eyes. “Sam that’s never going to happen you know I love…” my words are cut off by him shoving me against the wall and pressing his lips and body against mine. At first I fought him, but the feel of him against me was too much and I cave into the temptation. My kisses become more urgent and my arms wrap around his neck. Than reality decides to kick in and I pull away from him breathing hard from the excitement and thrill of the kissing we just did. “We can’t do this here in plain sight. Someone might see us.” I begin to scan the streets making sure no one was watching. “Well than let’s go in shall we?” My hands begin to shake as I unlock the door and let him in. I lock it just as an extra precaution; I wouldn’t want someone I know just barging in. Than we pick up where we left off outside, things got so wild and so out of control I barely had enough sense to stop it before we took it to the next level. I hadn’t even done that with Stephen yet, and I sure as hell didn’t want to do that with Sam first. So I shoved him off of me. “What’s wrong?” He looks annoyed and hurt. “Sam you know what’s wrong. I can’t do this to Stephen.” He shifts his weight, “Well what if he was out of the picture? Like you two broke up or.” He trails off and I see the wheels turning in his head, “Something?” I bite my lip, “Sam I don’t know maybe things would change but I really don’t have a clue.” His face goes stern and it kind of scares me. “See you soon.” He was grabbing his jacket and out the door before I had a chance to say anything. With my mind still reeling everything that just happened I get up and re-lock the door and head to the kitchen to start dinner.  It startled me when Stephen wrapped his arms around me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Jeez I didn’t mean to scare you Izzy.” He let’s go and helps set the table. “Sorry I was just thinking.” I scoop up his food for him and hand it to him as he sits down. “About what?” He looks down at his food and smiles “HEY you didn’t burn it! And it smells awesome.” I blush and smack him in the back of the head playfully as I move to sit across from him. “Yeah I didn’t burn it. I was quite proud of myself actually.  Anyways I was thinking about quitting my job. I want to become a sculptor or a writer.” I push my food around my plate and look up at him. He takes a big bite of food and swallows. “Well babe if that’s what you really want to do than I say go for it.” He takes another bite of food “Mmmmm.” I can’t help but laugh “You really think so, I can quit tomorrow.” I look at him questioningly, “Yes I support you in whatever you choose to do.” He smiles at me and takes another huge bite. “So when are you supposed to go to Sunset Valley?” I go back to pushing my food around my plate and have flashbacks of me and Sam. “Tomorrow.” His smile has vanished and he’s frowning now. “What! For how long?” I was finally able to focus at the presented problem. “A month, but the pay is awesome.” He looks down and joins me in pushing food across the plate. “A month.” I pause and let it hang in the air. “What am I going to do without you?” Tears spring into my eyes but I force them down I don’t want him to see me cry. He takes my hand from across the table, “You’ll be fine babe.” And the only thing I can think of is he doesn’t have someone like Sam trying to come between us. And someone else who always seems to be on the mind while the other one disappears. So that night after we clean up I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. He looks at me with questioning eyes. Pulling him onto the bed we let things go to that next level in our relationship.  We shared such love and passion that I knew I could never ever loose him no matter what. Curling up next to him and falling asleep in his arms was the best feeling ever. A few hours later I was startled by a sound outside. Rolling over I look at the clock and see it’s three in the morning.  Blinking the sleep from my eyes I pull the sheets off me and pull on one of Stephen’s shirts, I move to look out the window. I catch a fleeting glimpse of someone running from the back door. And when the light catches his face I could swear that the person looked a lot like Sam. Nervous that we might of forgot to lock the doors I move as quickly and quietly as possible down the stairs to check the back door. My heart sank and my hands began to shale when sure enough I discover the back door was unlocked. With my heart racing I lock it up and turn around afraid I would see Sam behind me. When I was satisfied he wasn’t hiding downstairs I went to check the front door and was relieved to see it was locked. I head back to the bedroom and curl up next to Stephen dreading the long month ahead without him, and the fear of not only losing him but cheating on him.