Karla is just a normal girl, living a normal life, with a normal family, with normal friends. At least that's the person you see when you walk in the hallways of Kingston high school. But she's not the person she looks like when you walk past her in the corridor. Her inside is filled with pain and guilt. Everything she can remember from when she was younger was the constant pain, and watching her mother beeing abused by her father. When she was 5 years old, he left. And even though her mom hated him, her brain told her that she still loved him. Ever since then her mother have been down, and it's all Karlas fault. If she just hadn't been born non of this would've happened. Her life is a gloom until one day when she bumps into a sweet canadian boy that'll change her life forever.


15. Lifeless

I heard a loud banging noise from the end of the hallway. What was that? I put down my laptop and opened my  brown bedroom door. As I peaked out everything seemed normal. I opened the door fully and stepped out into the hallway. "Hello?" I called. The only response I got was silence. "Hello?" I called, louder this time. "Is there anyone there?" Still nobody answered. Where was mum? I prayed that she hadn't gone outside. I got cold chills just thinking about it. I walked towards the stairs but before I could reach the fourth step there was a creaking noise behind me. I quickly turned around and saw the bedroom door to mum's bedroom slowly open. I walked up the stairs again an walked over to her room. "Hello?" I called once again. I opened the door and gasped after my breath. On the bed was mum. But she wasn't herself. Her shirt and face was covered in dripping, red blood. "Mum?" I said inbetween my gasps. I placed a hand over my mouth. "Mum!" I ran over to her. There was a deep jack in her forehead with the blood still dripping. Her eyes were open, but there was no sign of life in them. I stroked her hair out of her face and felt a warm tear roll down my cheek. Why would this happen? I didn't understand. Who did this? Of course I knew who it was. My father. The anger and sadness I felt at that point was too much for me to handle. I just kept staring into her eyes. "Mum?" I already knew the answer to my call. Silence. A creeping silence filled the room. "Hello Karla." A too familiar voice said behind me. I quickly turned around, leading my hair to end up in my face. When I stroked it away there he was. My father. And in his hand was a bloody knife. "Why would you do this?" I shouted as I felt more tears on my cheeks. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Ever since I left I've been planning this day. The day that I end two meaningless lifes. This has been my life mission Karla, do you ever even think I cared?" He threw his hands out in the air, causing some blood to stain on the wall next to him. "Why?" I hissed. Where did all this courage come from? He shook his head. "Why not! Do you see anything in this world that I give a single damn about?" I couldn't answer that question. He had a point. Suddently I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. "Karla?" I heard Justin call. No, not him. Before I could act dad grabbed me and held me close to him, and before I could squeel he put his hand over  my mouth and his knife to my throat. The only sound I could make was pathetic mumbles. "Not. A. Sound." he whispered in my ear. I felt the sharp knife slightly cup into my throat. The blood was dripping on the floor amongst my tears. "Karlaaa?" Justin called as I heard him walk up the staircase. "Karl-" his call was interrupted as he walked into the room. His eyes grew wide as he excamined the room. He stopped at dad. "Oh look, it's the famous pop star!" Dad smiled creepily. "You know I saw you two in the papers, you're quite the talker. Too bad it had to end like this." Justin stared at me and hurt filled his eyes as he looked to the man holding me agian. "You're a monster." His smile grew wider. "Do I honestly look like I care?" Justin's face was getting red. "Don't you hurt her." He said between his teeth. Dad's smile dissipeared. "Oh really? And what are you going to do to stop me?" I felt the knife dig into my throat and I screamed of pain. Justin exploded. In seconds he was on the floor on top of dad, trying to get the knife out of his hand. I fell down to the floor and grabbed my neck. He hadn't hit any vein. Thank god. A loud scream caught my attention. A scream wich I otherwise wouldn't call human. I stared at dad as he threw Justin's lifeless body of him. "No!" I screamed as I ran over to Justin. I stroked his hair gently. "No Justin, you can't leave me. What am I going to do without you?" He grabbed my hand with all of the strength he had left. "I will always love you Karla. Don't you forget that. Be safe, and run, now." He said before he drifted away. No no no. I put my head on his chest and cried into his still warm body. But this time I didn't hear a pulse. He was gone. Behind me I heard dad laughing. I turned around and glared at his grinning face. "How could you! You're supposed to be my fath-" An unbearable pain interrupted me. I looked down at my chest and saw a knife sticking out of my chest. I fell to the ground where I was soon covered in blood. I stared at my fathers grinning face as he came closer to me. 

With a loud scream I sat up in my bed. I searched my whole body for cuts and bruises, but couldn't find anything. There was no knife in my chest. I glanced at the clock, it showed 3:40. With panic I grabbed my phone and dailed Justin's number. After 4 rings he answered. "Hello?" He said with a sleepy voice. "Justin?" I was about to cry tears of joy. "Karla?" He yawned. "Why are you calling at this hour?" I smiled and closed my eyes. "Nothing, we can talk about it tomorrow." It had just been a dream. Thank god. "No Karla, what is it?" "Nothing I promise, now go back to sleep." "No I can't if you don't tell me what happened." I sighed. "I had a nightmare and I just needed to hear your voice, but it's fine now." "Fine then, I'll come over tomorrow and we'll talk okay?" I smiled. "Okay, goodnight Justin." "Sweet dreams." He hung up. That dream felt so real. What would I do if it ever became reality?

A/N I didn't plan on writing an authors note for this chapter, but just to fill you guys in, I am anyways. Tommorow (wednesday) is my birthday so I won't be able to write then. And on thursday I'm actually going away for the rest of the week to go skiing. I guess we'll see if there's any wifi up there but if not there's not going to be an update until at least monday or tuesday. Sorry. I'm sure you'll survive.


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