Bloodshed

In a town deep in the depths of a forest,there are whispers. Whispers of the return of their killer. Years ago, when Laura was only two, a strange man walked into a child's bedroom. A knife was held high to the heart of the child. But as the knife descended, the stranger saw the beauty in the child. He could not kill such beauty and he vowed to protect her from the dangers.
Years passed, and Laura's sixteenth is coming up. One day at school, a young beautiful boy comes to the school. Laura is drawn in by his beauty but he tries to avoid her. Slowly he lets her get closer as her birthday soon comes. Who is this young boy? And where is the killer today?
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2. Chapter 1

The sunlight shone through my open window. Birds tweeted-warmth from the sun soothed my aching body. Yesterday was a nightmare, cross country through the forest-for two hours. Agony! I hate any type of running, I'm more of indoors girl. Give me a tennis racket, I will play for hours. But give me some running shoes....well that is...something! My bedroom glinted in the warm Sunday sun. The pink walls looked more white, and my oval mirror sparkled in the light. 

I slid out of my bed and headed to my a-joining bathroom. The cold tile floor made me shiver. The warm water of the shower lured me in. I showered for about twenty minutes-and finally released myself. I put my scruffs on-joggers and a baggy Muse top. I wound my fingers into my mane type hair, forming a long plait down my back. I just finished when my computer bleeped. A message popped up:

HEY HUN! CAN YOU BELIEVE WE ARE AT SCHOOL TOMORROW! ARGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE. YOU OKAY?XOXO

KIMMY

Ah the wonderful, bubbly Kimmy. My bestest of friends in the whole world. She was a lot like me; green eyes, slightly upturned nose. I guess the only difference is her blonde waves- and my wild brown curls. That is the only difference, you could call us sisters really. Well, we class each other as sisters. We know each others deepest and darkest secrets. Our crushes, everything....and I mean everything. She messages me every day. It also feels like every hour to. 

I sat down at my woven chair and typed back:

HEY! I KNOW, I SO DON'T WANT TO GO! I HAVE TO HAND IN ABOUT FIVE MATHS SHEETS FOR MR MCKENNA. BLAH! TRUST ME I THINK I MAY DIE TO!!!!! I'M FINE THANKS, YOU?XOXO

LAURA

In seconds she replied back.

OMG! THAT SCHOOL IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF US! I'M GOOD TAH! WHAT IS ON YOUR AGENDA TODAY THEN?XOXO

KIMMY

 

I KNOW YEAH LOL! NOWT MUCH, OH WAIT I HAVE TO TEND THE GARDEN. WHOOPPEE! YOU?XOXO

LAURA

 

GOING TO SEE DARREN, EEP! HE ASKED ME OUT LAST NIGHT, WE ARE GOING TO THE CINEMA! XOXO

KIMMY

 

THANKS FOR TELLING ME! I COULD OF HELPED YOU GET READY!XOXO

LAURA

 

GREAT! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT, I WILL GET LUCY TO DO IT. I WILL TELL YOU HOW IT GOES LATER. BYE HUN!XOXO

KIMMY

 

BYE!XOXO

LAURA

 

Kimmy is such a divvy! She forgets everything. Last term we had a project to do for science. I told her to come over after school, no show! Came in the next day with a half done project, because Kimmy was supposed to write the evaluation. But or well, I love her anyway!

I found another difference, she is the most beautiful girl in school. All the boys stutter or sweat when they see her. She loves it though, she would tease them. Do a flick of the hair or a wink. If I did that they would think I have a twitch or something. No, I leave that all to Kimmy. She tries to hook me up with guys. It all goes downhill, I am the worst conversation starter ever. I would repeat myself and make them bored. She would make me come on double dates, so I would pick the nerdiest of nerds to go with me. I know they won't want to talk, so that would help. I would go for support in case the lad did a no show. Which is very unlikely with Kimmy. Boys have asked me out, not the fittest of boys, but still boys. But our relationship will simmer away. Not even going onto Stage 1. It is strange though, I seem to have this connection for this one boy. The problem is though, I don't know who. I have tried to think who. But still nothing!

So, this Darren lad. He is in collage, just left secondary. I guess he is alright looking, not amazing. He was in my brothers year. Mark, my brother, said he was irritating. He would talk in every lesson. Mark and his gang nearly had a fight with Darren and his group. I hope Kimmy doesn't ask me to come on their other dates. It may be a little awkward! Actually that surprised me, I thought she would have asked to come today. It is their first day as well, what if he does a no show? Oh god!

So, I guess I have no one to talk to today. Mum is at work, she went about 6ish. Mark...probably still in bed. He will stay their till two, then play on his game console for the rest of the day. So its just me. My stomach growled, I guess that is a sign to move.

I poured the milk into the bowl and sat at the table. I stirred the cornflakes, around and around. My mind else where, when there was a loud rap at the door. Who could this be at 8 o'clock in the morning. I shuffled to the door, and looked through the peephole. The postman. That's strange, normally he leaves parcels by the bin. I opened the stiff door.

He looked down at my scruffs, then to my wet hair. He smiled, crinkles spread across his face. 'Sorry for interrupting you. But I have these for you.' In his hand was a bouquet of white lilies, my favourite. 'Honestly, I didn't want to leave them by the bin. They smell devine. Whoever is getting these are very lucky,' He winked at me, I wasn't expecting flowers. There is no one to give me them, unless their mums. 'Here you go, oh and there is a note.' I held the plastic wrapper and a small envelope.

I sat down at the table and examined the flowers. Then I looked at the card, on the envelope in neat swirly writing was my name. I giggled aloud. Flowers for me, I wonder who gave them to me. I must know them, for them to know my favourite flower. Unless it was a lucky guess. I opened the envelope and took out the card. It was plain paper, folded in the middle. In the inside read. 

'A little something to help you through the day.' 

No name.I looked at the flowers again, how are these supposed to help me. I shrugged and put the card down. I found a vase and put the flowers in it. They will look pretty in my room, I thought. 

After I cleaned my bowl and glass, I headed outside to the shed. Our garden was quite small, it had a gate leading to our neighbours garden. The grass covered must of the area. But mum squeezed in a decking and  some flower beds. Our house looked over, like it was guarding the flowers. The house was made out of brown bricks and covered in vines of ivory. The windows had little flowers beds joint on. My flowers were nicely groomed. But Marks, they were wilting and were turning brown. He doesn't care about that sort of thing, that is why I look after the garden. I mow the grass, I water the flowers and keep them tidy. I wash the decking and chairs. Just a normal day, I guess, for me. I do other chores as well, not just in the garden but in the house as well. I hoover, I clean, basically I do everything. My mum isn't the cleaning type, or the hoovering type or the gardening type. Her type is more, go out have fun with the girls in the local pub. Come in, in the earliest hours of the morning. Bringing back men, then never be seen again. That's her type. I am just the complete opposite.

Before I was able to do all of this, I think my dad would do it. I loved my dad, I had a connection. We would talk for endless hours, sometimes about complete and utter nonsense. But he cared, he didn't party. He was their to hold my mothers hair, as she brings up all the alcohol and snacks. Of course, she never brought men home, she loved my father. That was when she was at her happiest. They would go roller- skating, join dance classes and mess on. They were like the musketeers, but after that fatal night, nothing. We lost her, she would blank out. She left all her groups and started to drink more. We would find beer cans and liqueur bottles leading to her bedroom. She wouldn't leave her room, only for alcohol. That is when I decided to take charge. I started of cleaning, the house had started to get very dirty and smelly. But then I started to cook: toast, microwave meals. I bought a cookbook and started to make proper meals. Spag Bol, Lasagna and Curry. We were clean and full.

Mum started to surface more, come and sit at the table. Clean herself, wearing clothes instead of pajamas. We were starting to get our family back. Mum still drank but more on occasions. Or weekeneds. She would go out with friends either shopping or a meal. She even took me out a few times. Then it started to get worse. She got a new boyfriend, Joey was his name. Absolutely loathed him, me and Mark. The way he stared at our mother, ergh! It makes me cringe. Let's just say he is a horrible man. He then started to get weird around me. He would squeeze my knee. Hug me constantly. One time I was alone. He knocked at the door and barged in. He held me in his arms and...kissed me. I punched and kicked him but he wouldn't stop. Fortunately Mark had just walked in. Wrestled Joey to the ground. The police came a few minutes later. I had to make a few statements. He was on  restriction, he was not allowed ten meters near our home or our selves. Mum was furious of course, she shouted at the policeman. He's innocent she shouted. They laughed and took him away. She blamed  me of course, saying I must of shown signs to him. That I liked him. He was confused, she called him a lamb. Mark and I blanked her for a whole month, until she realized how stupid she was.

I guess that is my life. Strange and mixed up. 

 

 

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