"I'm surprised you're not screaming for life."
"So am I." I mumbled. "Can you just kill me already?" I asked just wanting it all to be over.
"You're actually asking?" My sister asked confused.
"It's better than waiting." I told her, looking into her eyes.
"That's why I'm not going to kill you, not yet. I'm going to let you suffer like you let me."
"It wasn't my fault!" I shouted back at her.
"If I were to let you go then I would kill a hotel of people, and gradually more. You don't know how hard it is not to make someone bleed."
I smiled. "That's right, I don't. I'm not messed up." The knife she was holding then gradually came down my cheek as I felt the blood drip off my chin. "Soon you will be." She finally said as a threat. "Have a good time whilst we go kill your friend." She told me as she closed the basement door, which made a shiver go up my spine as it creaked.
All that my brain was shouting: What are you going to do?! She's going to kill you, you have to get out. This circled through my mind a number of times whilst I tried my hardest not to panic.
The door opened.
"Thank god it's you." I said as I calmed down. It was Keelin and my friend Chantelle.
"Ok, what the hell is going on?" Chantelle asked as she looked around the place, not seeming at all phased. Keelin came and undid the rope. I stood up, happy to be able to move. "You ok?" Keelin asked.
"Yeah, are you?" She nodded. "I was worried-" I paused. "Because they went out to kill you."
"I guessed as much, come on let's go." She quickly said.
I closed the door behind me.
She didn't seem right. It was as if she was trying to hold back something, trying not to break.
I didn't want to ask, not yet, I had my own problems, which were now there's aswell.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I quickly walked down the road, trying to wipe the blood from my face. "My place." Keelin answered.
"You sure...she could-" I started.
"I know." She knows. It's already happened. A tear fell down her face onto the ground.
"Your mum?" I asked lightly. She nodded wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I can do to help-"
"It isn't your fault." She told me. "It's hers, and she's gonna die."
Anger, It possesses people in a way to do terrible things based on their past and future. It is a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility which you can't escape from, no matter how hard you try. I tried. I failed.
Keelin pushed open her front door. There had been a fight, a struggle. Everything was knocked over and broken. Keelin didn't make any eye contact- she just dragged herself up the stairs, hiding her face. I felt terrible. If I just stayed there, like my sister wanted then maybe I wouldn't have been hurt and no one else would have been, not yet anyway. Chantelle hadn't said anything, it was like she couldn't believe it was real, and I don't blame her.
I walked up the stairs as silently as possible, wondering what kind of state Keelin was in. I opened her door. She looked much better and you could see she was handling it well, unlike me. "What's with downstairs?!" Someone suddenly said as Keelin's bedroom door flew open. It was Monika, followed by Kirsty. "What are you doing here?" I asked frustrated.
"Well, you guys weren't in school and then Chantelle suddenly left, we just wanted to see what's up."
"Can you please leave." I told them both. "It's bad enough Keelin and Chantelle are helping me."
"Why, what's going on?" Kirsty asked.
"It's better you don't know, please just leave." Keelin told them.
"There's blood downstairs." Monika suddenly told us.
"Is it your sister?" Kirsty asked me.
"Why would you think that-"
"We both got texts from her." Monika told us.
"....saying what?" I asked.
"I'm coming for you."
“Great.” I said sarcastically as I laid my head against the wall. I was shaking like crazy, it was happening so fast and I hadn’t got a clue what to do. Kill her.
“Why is she doing this?” Chantelle asked me. I ignored her.
We were suddenly all startled by the sound of Keelins mobile ringing. “Its you.” Keelin said in an uncaring voice, whilst throwing the phone to me. I declined the call…...again…..and again…..and again.
I finally gave up.
“What is it?” I asked Rita.
“Im going to get to them all, i'm going to make them all scream for their lives and its all because of you.”
“Go find someone your own age to play with.”
“Well I did, you know that, but he wasn't much fun so he had to go.” She told me.
“Where are you?”
“you should never ask that, don't you remember Scream?”
“This isnt a bloody movie.” I pointed out.
“Its just as dramatic.” She told me. “..and will involve much more blood shed.”
“Can you just leave me and my friends alone? I’ll get out of your life, I'll make sure I’ll never see you again-”
“That's no fun.” I then hung up.
"Police?" Monika asked. "Yeah there's a person harassing me and my friends and has physically hurt them." She paused whilst she listened to the voice on the other end. "Yeah, we're at - and I think she's at -" Monika then put the phone back in her pocket.
"Problem solved." She told us.
"You think it's solved?" I asked.
It was already getting dark outside, which didn't really help when all the lights went out.
"Who's doing that?" Chantelle asked.
"Guess." I told her, already assuming it was my sister. "Well, I don't know about you guys but I'm getting out of here." I said as I stood up. I walked to the bedroom door, opened it and stopped.
"Did you really think you would get away that easy?" Rita asked me.
"No, I was hoping you would see sense."
"Like I said, drop the attitude." She told me. "Now, who wants to die first?" She asked, looking at my friends. "Don't hurt them." I ordered her.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because we haven't done anything wrong." Chantelle told her.
"But you will, just wait." My sister told Chantelle in a creepy kind of way, as if she could see into the future.
"Your won't get away with it, the police are on there way." Monika told her.
"You mean the people we just killed? Yeah, your not going anywhere." She told us. She reached into her back pocket. She held up a small handgun. It was pointed right at Kirsty.
"Don't do this." I told her, standing right infront of her.
"But I want to." She smiled. Bang. Dead. The bullet went right into her heart, and covered Keelin's carpet with blood. "You bitch." I murmured whilst my eyes welled up with tears and quickly ran down my face.
"I'm sorry, what was what?" My sister asked me. I then repeated what I did earlier and punched her in the face again, making her fall backwards a bit.
"Don't you get it? You can't win this fight." She then shot a random bullet, which ended up hitting Monika in the leg. "Fuck." She screamed as she fell to the floor applying pressure to her wound, the idea in which she had obviously got from movies. "That's what you get when you mess with my plans." Rita told Monika.
"Why can't you just stop." I asked her.
"It's ok, you'll get used to it." She smiled with wide eyes.
I then looked over my sisters shoulder. "Isn't the policemen supposed to be dead?" I asked, making it seem like one was behind her she quickly looked around holding her gun up. I quickly reached for the hardback book laying on the side of Keelin's shelves and hit my sister as hard as possible on the head, causing her to hit the wall, collapse and pass out. "Thank god that worked." I said to myself as I grabbed the knife out of her pocket and took the handgun out of her hand. I quickly went up to Monika. "I'll call an ambulance." Chantelle told us as she walked through to the landing . "You'll be okay, it ain't even that bad." I told Monika, giving her false hope.
"They coming?" I asked Chantelle, who was supposedly on the landing. I waited for a response. Nothing. "Chantelle?" I called out. I quickly got up. She had gone. There was no sign of her, my sister had just vanished- with Chantelle. "You got a phone?" I asked Keelin. She checked her pockets. "I must of dropped it-"
"You?" I asked Monika. She reached into her back pocket and held it out. Smashed. It had smashed when she fell. It was broken, useless. "So how we going to help?" I asked.
The phone line no longer works, all mobiles are broken or lost, and don't even get me started on the Internet because it crashed. It's like we're not meant to get out of this fight alive, like she said.
"You ok?" Chantelle asked me, standing by the door.
"Yeah." I answered, sitting up after staring at the ceiling. "Look I'm sorry-"
"Save it, we have bigger problems." She told me.
"But are you ok?" I asked.
"It's nothing worse than before." She said whilst I walked over to her. "I don't know what got into you but I know that you wouldn't hurt me on purpose."
"How do you know that?" I asked her.
"Because I hurt you, and you didn't hurt me back, all you wanted to do was get out of there alive, it's lucky enough that we did get out alive."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I got shot and eventually passed out, nearly bleeding to death."
"It wasn't your fault, even though my anger got the better of me it doesn't mean I say things that are true."
".....and what happened to me?" I asked her.
"I honestly don't know, you never talked about it after it happened and I passed out so I have no clue."
"I don't understand why does my own sister want to hurt me?"
"I don't know. I asked you and you ignored me." Chantelle explained.
"It seems I have so many secrets." I told Chantelle.
"We all do."
The door flew open, again. The nurse was holding out clothes. Our clothes.
"What is it?" Chantelle asked, looking at the nurse with a pained look on her face.
"She's here, she's found you. Get changed, the officers are going to take you somewhere safe." She almost threw the clothes at us. Chantelle rushed through to her room.
I looked out the window, not quite understanding what was going on, not particularly caring, I couldn't remember.
Flashing lights blinded me, it was starting to get dark- I couldn't see anything.
I quickly put the clothes on- ripped jeans, a black top and black plimsoles, that were quite worn, with dark red laces. I was then met with the door as I opened it to the corridor.
"Come on!" Chantelle yelled at me from twenty yards away.
I quickly caught up with her, crashing into people at the same time. "Why are you running so fast?!" I asked as we reached an exit.
"I saw her." Chantelle told me, pushing the door open, having trouble getting her breath back.
"Where?" I asked.
"In the corridor."
Bang. Bang. Bang.
We heard gun shots from around the corner, and screams. We both ran in the other direction.
"You guys go." Monika told us.
"No, this is all my fault and I'm gonna save you." She covered up her wound well. None of us could see what it really looked like, all we saw was blood. She was always great at drama. "It's ok. Go. I'm gonna die, it's not like you can't go and save yourself." She handled it well, that's if it wasn't an act.
I listened to her and me and Keelin walked out- I gave Keelin the knife.
We managed to get out of the nearest fire exit that was highlighted as the electricity went out. We were lucky. Very lucky.
A phone was ringing. Where? - my back pocket.
"Why have you got a phone?" Chantelle asked me confused, holding the door so no one could come after us.
"I don't know." I replied shrugging my shoulders.
"It's gonna be her, don't answer it." I told her as I answered.
"Yeah?" I asked, still not really caring, I was too tired.
"You're fast at getting out-"
"Who is this?" I asked.
The voice went silent for a number of seconds. "I thought it would be obvious."
"My sister?" I asked with no hesitation.
"I'm the person who's gonna kill everyone around you, so yeah."
"Why do you hate me?" I asked, still confused ever since I had lost my memory.
"What happened to you, someone hit you too hard in the head?" She asked.
"-Just hang up." Chantelle told me.
"I can't remember........"
"What. Are you being serious? Where are you?"
".....why would I tell you?" I asked, wondering what kind of idiot she saw me as.
"Because believe it or not I still care, I mean, you're my sister, I'm always gonna look out for you."
"But you tried to kill me-"
"Who told you that? Chantelle? I'm only trying to hurt them not you."
"How do I know that?"
"What Chantelle told you, did she specifically say it was me? You're the one that was having flashbacks of when she hurt you." My sister pointed out.
"You've been watching us......"
"-to make sure your ok." She added.
I didn't know if I should believe it, both seemed to make pretty good points. "Hang up!" Chantelle shouted in my ear as she snatched the phone and threw it onto the floor, crushing it under her shoe. "Don't believe anything she says, she does want to hurt you, I'm only trying to help you." Chantelle told me.
"Look, I'm sorry-" I started.
"Yeah you should be!" Chantelle yelled as the knife went into my shoulder.
"You bitch!" I shouted at her.
"Then how come the only thing I can remember is you stabbing me?" I asked as I gulped, starting to worrying about my life. Again.
"I don't know! You just have to believe me......unless you wanna die."
A shadow, behind Chantelle. It smiled then threw her onto the floor after injecting her with some kind of sleeping drug. The shadow stared at me, and I at it. "It's you isn't it, my sister."
She came out from the shadows. "Stay away from me." I told as she walked forward.
"You've said that so many times......"
"Where could they have gone?" I asked.
"Beats me." Keelin told me walking down the stairs, staring at the blood covered walls, that once was her home. I was about to walk out when I noticed the small green sticky-note stuck to the inside of the front door. The note read: 'Your life will never be the same again.'
I stared at it for a few seconds then took it in the palm of my hand and screwed it up, dropping it onto the floor. "Come on." I said to Keelin in a sympathetic tone but turned around to see her hugging the dead corpse of her mother in the lounge. "I'm sorry." I told her almost whispering with a quavering voice. She didn't reply. She just kept on crying, almost as if she thought it would bring her back. "If it's anything to you, I know how you feel, my parents are gone too."
"Yeah." Keelin said as if she already knew. But then again, it would seem kind of obvious. "So then why aren't you like me, why aren't you crying?" She asked looking over to me.
"Cause' they weren't the nicest of people." I explained.
"As bad as your sister?"
"I don't think so." I replied, hoping that was true, knowing I wouldn't see them for hours on end when I was little.
Keelin soon started murmuring something on repeat, still holding her mum close. I crept closer. ".....She told me you would be ok, she told me you would be ok."
"Who did?" I asked with much more power in my voice.
She was silent. Almost as if her heart had stopped working but then she answered and revealed her secret. "Your sister..... I've been working with her."
"Why?" I asked trying not to let my anger out, knowing that would be a bad idea.
"Because otherwise she told me I was gonna die."
"So this was all just her plan?" ...at least that explained it. Keelin would never just walk into my house and both our phones couldn't be broken at exactly the same time. "Hang on, so you got all of our friends so you could just sit there and watch them suffer?" I asked surprised about her behaviour.
"I don't know!" She half shouted back out of frustration. "Can you just leave me here?" She asked. I didn't answer but made my response clear by walking out the front door and slamming it behind me.
I clutched the gun in my hand.
'At least I have a weapon' I thought to myself. I carefully paced myself down the road as if I shouldn't be there, wondering where they could of gone.
Chantelle's place? Maybe?
I couldn't think of anywhere else but the basement in our house but I didn't really wanna go back there, besides, where's Regina and Bec? Surely they would be helping her.....even though I hope they're not.
It wasn't raining anymore, it was just bitterly cold so I didn't have to cover my head with my hood but still did out of hope, hoping if they were out there just waiting they wouldn't recognise me- it was getting dark.
Once I walked the half mile I stared up at her house. No lights. No sign of life, I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Her parents must be home, mustn't they? Unless they went out looking for her, but it was only the evening, they shouldn't of been worrying yet.
I ran up to the house with a bad feeling on the tip of my tongue after speaking to myself, looking like an idiot most probably. I paused just before I opened the door, knowing it wouldn't be locked. It was just like Keelin's house: Blood.
I slowly went into the living area and looked at the bodies laying on the couch. 'Please be sleeping' I said in my head until I could finally make it out.
'Great' I said to myself sarcastically.
I looked around the ground floor before going anywhere near the stairs, but after I made sure no one was there it was time.
I didn't know if I wanted anyone to be up there or not. Yes, I wanted to find Chantelle, but I didn't want to find my sister; not ever again.
....But I did, too many times.
I held up the handgun as a mean of defence, letting it go first through the door before myself.
"Here's me thinking you wouldn't have the nerve to come."
"I don't want anyone to get hurt-"
"-But I do." My sister quickly butted in.
"Can you just please-"
"No." She cut in again, as if she knew what I was going to say.
"Why? Just because you were abused when you were ten shouldn't lead to this, not death." I told her, keeping eye contact.
"It wasn't my fault was it?"
"No. That's exactly what I'm trying to say. Mum isn't here anymore so there's no point in trying to get revenge on people who didn't do anything."
She paused. "But it wasn't just mum-"
"I don't care, please can you just-"
"NO. Ask me that one more time and I swear I'll cut Chantelle's throat!" My sister threatened whilst picking Chantelle's lifeless body up and dropping her in front of me. I quickly kneeled down. "Chantelle! Chantelle!" I repeated. Nothing.
I shook her shoulders. "Wake up!"
Her eyelids flickered, then opened. "Holy shit where am I?" She asked in pained voice.
"In your house." I told her.
"Now. Now's the fun bit." My sister smiled as she gripped the front of Chantelle top and pulled her towards her with the knife in her hand. "Stop!" I shouted.
"What's it to you if I kill her? You have bigger problems to deal with." She looked just over my head and knew exactly who it was. Regina and Bec.
As I didn't know any better I ran, I ran as if my life depended on it- it might have done, I don't know what she was thinking at the time. She came after me, well of course she did, I was the main reason why she was there- apart from having the rush of killing people pumping through her veins. I Soon found myself banging into a bunch of police officers.
Dead. On the floor. Blood. Everywhere.
Then, a dead end.
I got to to the part of the hospital where they had a metal fence, to keep people from coming in, and people from getting out.
I was trapped.
She was just standing there, about ten yards away. "You really can't remember?" She asked me. I shook my head. "Not anything?" She asked intrigued.
"..not really..." I spoke up, then lowering my voice again. "Look, I don't really know what's going on-"
"I won't hurt you." She told me. "I promise."
"I'm not gonna hurt you." My sister smiled.
I stopped and looked down as if my brain had a search bar. "That's what you said before." I told her. "And apparently you lied, so how can I trust you?" I asked her.
"You can't. But are you really going to trust Chantelle? There must have been a big reason as to why you attacked her."
"Just stop it." I paused. "I can see what you're trying to do and it won't work."
"Can you really?" She asked intrigued, but almost seeming sarcastic. She walked closer at a steady pace, I guess she was trying not freak me out, not until she got close enough. I could already see the syringe hanging out of her back pocket. My heart raced as I tried to remember how to punch someone so it would actually hurt them.
Her hand then picked out the syringe in her pocket and she held it stiffly in her hand, making sure not to let go.
I quickly got to my feet and ran to the other side of the room. "There's no where to run, dearie." Regina spoke in a very 'English' accent, almost making her seem full of herself, not that she wasn't.
I looked down at Chantelle. Struggling, like you would. Her face was being demolished by the numerous different cuts from the knife as I just watched my sister smile down at her, wondering if she was being made to do it, but I knew that wasn't true.
I looked back up to see Regina and Bec much closer, almost making me jump.
"Why are you helping her?" I asked just out of interest.
"Who, your sister?" Regina asked.
Bec then continued "because it's fun."