*POV’s change a lot*
To say I was worried is an understatement. Harry just took Brigh and took off to a different country and I haven’t heard from them in weeks. I don’t know if they’re in danger or not. Well, of course they’re in danger; a psychotic serial killer is after them. But are they hidden well enough from him, what if he finds them? Michael tells me not to worry, but I can’t help it.
I’m still living with John and Edna because I’m still not safe. I also find it completely unfair that they ran away to safety while leaving me here in danger of being murder. She also left me to take care of her cat.
I sat staring out the window; I hadn’t left the house in a few days I’m afraid that if I go anywhere that he’ll find me. Maybe it’s Brigh’s paranoia rubbing off on me. I stood from my seat and made my way to the kitchen. John and Edna had gone to bed by now and I’m the only other one in the house awake. Since Brigh had left I haven’t been sleeping to well. Every little noise in the night wakes me and won’t allow me to go back to sleep.
I felt my phone vibrate as I got a text. I pulled it out to see that it was from Michael. I was surprised to see that he was still awake.
‘Are you still awake?’ the text read.
‘I seem to always be awake lately.’ I typed back truthfully.
‘Do you want me to come over?’
Maybe tonight I’ll actually get some sleep. I waited a few minutes until he finally knocked on the door lightly. I opened it, careful not to wake John and Edna. I smiled and hugged Michael as I closed the door.
“What’s wrong? Why can’t you sleep?”
He sighed and pulled me into another hug.
“You have nothing to worry about. I’m going to keep you safe.”
“It’s not just me. It’s Brigh and Harry. They’re in danger too.”
“They’re probably in another country. You however are in the same country as the serial killer after all of you. I think you need more protecting than them at the moment, and I will protect you.”
“Now let’s get you upstairs so you can catch up on lost sleep.”
I nodded and followed him up the stairs. I hadn’t realized how truly tired I was until I hit the bed. I let out a yawn and curled up next to Michael. He placed a kiss on my forehead and I let out a sigh of content. I hadn’t been this comfortable in weeks.
I finally let myself fall asleep and for the first time in a long time I slept through the whole night.
I woke up and found myself staring straight at Michael’s bright red hair. He had curled up closer to me during my night in a protective way. I smiled and looked over at the clock. It read 1:00 pm. I’m surprised Edna and John hadn’t woken us up sooner. They probably have noticed my lack of sleep.
I tried to slip out of Michael’s arms without him noticing, but I failed and he began to wake. He looked up at me, as I was now standing, and smiled. I returned the smile and crawled back into the bed and cuddled up to him.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked in his amazing morning voice.
“I did and it was all thanks to you.”
“I think we need to talk about what exactly has been keeping you up.”
“I think we all know that already.”
“Yeah, but it has to be really bad for you to lose so much sleep over.”
“I’m just afraid that he’s going to come after me to get to Brigh. I may also be afraid of losing you.”
“Babe, you don’t ever have to be afraid of losing me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“It’s just ever since I was sixteen I’ve had the fear of abandonment. My parents just left me out of nowhere and I was forced to live on my own. And then Brigh came along and we became friends. And in some odd way I feel that all of the craziness has brought us closer; before we were just coworkers that occasionally hung out after work. Then we came here and I met you and I told myself not to like you because I would only have to leave you. You were a dick then so that made it a whole lot easier.” I laughed slightly. “But then you became one of the sweetest people that I know and I couldn’t help but like you. And Harry has to go and take my best friend away from me. I felt like she was abandoning me like everyone else always does. It’s like they didn’t care that I was still at risk here. It’s like they didn’t care if I got murder. It’s like they just didn’t care about me at all. I’m scared Michael. I am so fucking scared.” I said starting to cry.
He pulled me into a hug and soothingly rubbed my back.
“Listen, I am never going to leave you. I care about you way too much. And if that guy wants to even come near you I will protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. And as for Harry and Brigh, they were scared too they weren’t thinking straight. Brigh is your best friend and she would never intentionally do something to hurt you. I know that they miss you and they probably feel horrible for leaving you here.”
“You’re an amazing person you know that?”
“I try my best.” He said kissing my forehead.
“Well I’m hungry we should go get some food.”
“Wait there’s one thing I need to tell you.”
“What?” I asked worried.
“Remember how I fell down the stairs.”
“How could I forget?”
“Well, I don’t think I tripped.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when I was still being a dick I hit on Brigh, I remember that. I also remember that Harry was pissed off. And it’s all coming back to me in bits and pieces, but I think that we were arguing right before I fell.”
“Are you saying that Harry pushed you?”
“I don’t know. I can’t remember.” He said gripping his hair in his hands.
“Hey, you’ll remember don’t force it.”
He sighed and stood up. I followed his actions.
“But if he pushed me, that means he’s dangerous, and he’s alone with Brigh.”
Harry would never hurt Brigh would he? No, he cares about her too much. He took her because he wants to protect her.
“Hey, calm down. I’m sure it’s not as bad as it seems. Maybe he accidentally pushed you.”
“I don’t remember!” He shouted.
I placed my hand on his back to comfort him.
“Maybe we should go eat and talk about this later maybe when we’re not still half asleep.”
He nodded and we walked downstairs.
Harry had gone to work already. I had gotten fired for not showing up; which I wasn’t to upset about seeing as I hated that job. It kind of sucks being alone for six hours while Harry’s at work.
I looked at the clock to see it said two thirty. Harry should be home from work in half an hour. I walked up to our room and to the closet. It’s quite cold in the cabin even with a fire going. I grabbed a long sweater and furry slippers. I looked up to see one of Harry’s beanies on the top shelve. I jumped to reach it and just barely grabbed it between my index and middle finger. It fell to the ground along with a bung of papers.
“Shit.” I muttered bending down to pick up all the papers.
As I got a closer look I realized that they were a bunch of newspaper clippings and police reports. I picked on of the newspapers up and read the headline ‘local couple dies in head on collision’. As I read on I realized that this was about Harry’s parents. My hand covered my mouth. I looked at the date ‘May 26, 2010’, Harry was only sixteen.
“What are you doing?” I heard Harry’s deep voice from the doorway.
“I-I,” I stuttered looking from the paper to him.
“Why the hell are you going through my stuff?”
“It was an accident. I went to grab your beanie and all these papers fell off and I was cleaning then up.” I said shakily.
He walked over to me and snatched the newspaper out of my hand and the others off the floor. He walked out the room and left me confused. I hate when he gets so secretive and won’t tell me anything. We’ve been through a lot together you would think he wouldn’t keep secrets anymore.
I slowly put his beanie on, as I was still cold, and walked to find him. I walked into the living room to find him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I slowly walked over and sat next to him. He sighed and sat up.
“I’m sorry I snapped.”
“They were coming to pick me up from a friend’s house.” He started to explain the newspaper article. “It was the middle of the night and I got sick. Two more months and I would’ve had my license. It’s my fault they’re dead.”
“Don’t say that Harry.” I said sternly. “It’s not your fault you got sick. You could control the fact that you didn’t have your license yet.”
“I just wish things would’ve been different. I wish I would’ve just stayed home in the first place.”
“You can’t change what happened. Trust me I know how much you wish you could.”
He sighed a laid his head on my shoulder, “Thank you Brigh.”
*Third Person POV*
The man dressed in all black made his way back to his flat after he had disposed of his girls. His attic was now empty and it needed to be filled again. He made his way to his office and sat at his desk. He pulled out a file folder and opened it. There were over dozens of pictures of girls. They were he potential victims. He flipped through his pictures until his gaze fell upon the perfect one ‘Sarah Eyre’. She was beautiful.
He flipped on his TV and turned to the news. There was a breaking news banner.
“Three more girls were found brutally murder today. They are believed to be the next victims of the Jack the Ripper copycat killer.”
He smiled as he heard the reporter.
He was going to wait until nigh fell to kill Sarah. But the rush that came from the kill was worth it. He sat back in his computer chair and smiled at the picture of Sarah. It was a picture of her leaving work. She was alone as she was every night.
It had finally grown dark and Sarah’s shift was about to end. He almost couldn’t wait for her to leave. She finally came out of the doors and started walking down the street. He made sure to follow and a reasonable distance.
She turned down and alley. Oh what a silly mistake she just made. He followed. He walked up to he was closer to her. He reached into his back pocket for his favourite knife. He quickly wrapped his arm around her and covered her mouth. She tried screaming which was pointless. She tried struggling which was also pointless, as the tattooed man was much stronger than she.
He did it quickly. He dragged the knife clean across her neck. He smiled as she fell lifelessly to the ground. He ran to his van and pulled it into the alley. He easily threw her body into the back, which was covered in plastic. He drove off back to his flat proud of what he had just accomplished.
He pulled up in front of his flat and climbed into the back of the van. He carefully rolled her up into a carpet and duct tapped it. He hoisted her out of the van, careful that no one was looking. He’s done this so many times that it’s easy.
Sarah Eyre had just become his latest victim.
Hello, Well…. That was a bit strange to write. Um I felt weird writing that bit lol. Ummmm big things to come. Comment any predictions.