Final Last Words

Monica is the only survivor of Jacky, the modern day Jack the ripper. He doesn't know she's still alive, so when she wakes up from a Coma three years later; Jacky isn't too thrilled. Monica goes back to her life, but soon she realizes that it isn't as safe as she thought. Tragedy soon strikes her life, and she finds herself at a point where she wishes she wasn't alive . She soon finds herself being hunted like an animal, and she soon realizes that she will have to protect herself. The question that plays in her mind is: Who is Jacky, and why does he want her dead. EDITED VERSION OF THE STORY. WILL BE POSTING ONE CHAPTER AT A TIME. READS WILL DECIDE IF I KEEP WRITING IT. THIS IS A SHORT STORY. THERE WILL BE ONLY 5 OR 6 CHAPTERS TO THIS.

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4. Bad To Be Alive

It's been 2 weeks since I got out of the hospital, and now my life seems like it’s returning to normal. I got a new job working at a law firm. Coppers Law Firm to be exact. My boss is honestly an ass, but the things we have to endure to make a living. I ran my fingers through my now shoulder length red hair. I had it cut, and I was glad it was back to normal. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when a knock on the door pulled my attention from the movie. I took my time going to the door, “Who is it?” I asked grabbing the knob.

There was no answer, so I opened the door. It was close to dark, so it was odd that anyone would be coming over. There was no one outside, and it made me feel like I was in a scene of a horror movie. Great Monica, stand in your door. If there is someone out there, they’re in now. I hated that little demon in my head, but she was right. I closed my door, and locked it. I went back to the couch, and lay down. It was a feeling that came, a feeling that made my skin crawl. It felt like someone was staring at me, watching my every move. I shook the feeling off, and tried to go to sleep. I heard a loud cracking sound, and a sound of glass shattering followed behind. I got to my feet, and made a run for the stairs.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and also the sound of large boots. I went into my room, locking the door as I closed it. I ran to my closet, and pulled up the cellar door. No one knew this was in here, except for me. I climbed down in it, and closed the door. I locked it from the inside, and took deep breaths. I pulled my phone from my back pocket, and dialed 911.

“911, what is you emergency?” The operator's voice sounded robotic as usual.

“Please, there is…someone in my house,” I whispered slowly. I heard the floor creak, and my breath hitch.

“It’s so good to see that you’re alive.” That voice, that voice was familiar, a familiar that I didn’t want to know. I smashed end on my phone, and steadied my breathing the best I could. “Sweet, Sweet, girl. Come out. I’m not going to hurt you…this time.”

He walked into the closet, and said nothing. I could hear sirens in the distance, and by how he shifted on his feet. He did too.

The footsteps faded back into the door of my room, “I will get you beautiful. I’ll see you very soon.” The house fell silent after that, and climbed out. My front door was burst open, and police went everywhere.

“Clear!” One after the other screamed.

Liam walked in, “Are you alright Monica?” His voice had concern in it, but I couldn’t breath. I fell to my knees on the floor, and the voices that were once clear went silent. Liam placed his hand on my back, “Paramedics, in here now!” I took in deep breaths, and let my head hang low. Calm your nerves; you don’t want to go back to the hospital. My breath started to steady out, and I pushed the paramedics away.

I put my hand on my head, “Where’s my phone?”

Liam was still looking concerned, “Where were you when you called 911?” I nodded in agreement with myself, and made my way back to my room.

When I got there I stopped cold when I saw my phone and a note on my bed. My phone was in the cellar, how did it get here? That was a question I couldn’t answer for myself. I could feel Liam’s presence behind me, but he wasn’t too close. I walked over to the paper, and began reading.

Dear Beautiful

I see you are alive. It’s an honor for me to have one of my victims survive. I brought your phone from the cellar. Tell your officer friend that I said hi.

-Yours Jacky

I looked back at Liam, and before I could ball it up. He snatched it from my hands. I hated when people did that, but I could be made a police officer.

“You have to leave this house now,” he said firmly.

I nearly choked, “This is my house, I have no where else to go other than here.”

He looked me up and down, “Stay with your mother.”

“I’m not staying with that control freak. I’ll just go to my dad’s house across town.” I went into my closet, and started to pack. My father was a powerful man, but not one my mother liked me around. He was a lawyer, and a damn good one. He was the one who helped me get the secretary job for the Coppers.

The police left around 10-ish, but Liam didn’t. Wow, call him by his last name, very professional. He helped me get my bags to my car. We parted ways after that, and I was relieved. The drive to the house at this hour would be quick, and I glad of it. I got into the car, and as I put the key in the ignition and turned it the lights came on. I froze in my seats as I saw a man standing in front of it. I instantly locked the doors, and put the car in reverse. The man’s head tilted to the side, and he began to walk forward. I wanted to press the gas, but I couldn’t. I was frozen; frozen in fear. He came to my window, and looked down at me. Green eyes met mine, and they slowly started to grin.

“Boo!” I let out a scream.

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