Every night I perform the same journey, the same routine. The sun sets the moon rises; I park outside beneath the trees. The frost covered ferns protect me from the moon light. My body slumped in the bucket seat, my head protected by my black hoodie. The ignition off music plays through my ear phones. I take short deep breaths aiming my sight toward the house. This is what my life has come to I live to watch their betrayal, their lies, my anger drives me. Exactly how I’ll carry out my revenge I do not know, all I know is tonight it comes to an end. My depressing life, to merge with their happy make believe family.
He’s my best friend from birth, through school, she’s the scarlet whore, cheating, deceiving just a few of her evil traits. Do they both deserve what’s coming, probably not, but did I deserve the humiliation and deceit, no. I lost my life, my friends, my family and they gain it all.
The blade in my hand as cold as ice, ready to penetrate through her perfect soft skin. I wait for the lights to go out. I wait for them to head upstairs, into the dark so I can creep through the shadows. Lightly brush across the old wooden floor boards. Their little dog slumbers in his bed by the crackling fire. Do I take the risk of him waking up? No I cannot make such a rookie mistake. I take my blade and before he wakes I grab hold of his tiny jaw to silence it, and plunge my dagger into his chest. The air sucks out, he wriggles to escape my grasp and the brutality that has come to him, but it’s too late; life sucks away, he falls limp from the arms.
I make my way upstairs, the bathroom light switches off as she climbs into her bed. I creep into what seems like the spare room to allow enough time for that wretched whore to nod off. I let half an hour pass as I sit underneath the moonlit window frame.
Their bedroom door ajar perfect to sneak in. I slither across the wall, as quiet as a butterfly I hover over her sleeping soul. She takes small breathes through her nose and out that rotten mouth. I forcefully place my hand over her lips waving my blade in front of her. She wakes to see my smile staring back at her. She starts to struggle but as she realises the threat, she stills. I don’t speak I just allow her to look at me anticipating my next move.
I remove my hand while the knife caress’ her neck. She doesn’t scream, she doesn’t move, tears slowly trickle from her eyes. Her fear stricken face fuel’s me, it boosts my ego. Slowly my hand slips across her chest, I fondle her breasts. She moves slightly my grip tightening around the knife, adding pressure to her neck, a little blood seeping through. Enough now before I wake him up I take one last look into her eyes, her beauty not enough to stop what I’m about to do. I press my hand back onto her lips, time to end her retched existence.
The smooth edge of the knife slices into her soft skin. She lashes out, trying to save herself. Stronger than her I hold her down. The blade now deeper, her lungs fill with blood. He starts to shuffle, only a matter of time before he too meets his fate. I’m less of a tease with him; he doesn’t deserve my tender touch. Releasing the blade from her neck I plunge it deep in his chest.
“Hey what are you reading” the man said to his wife as he walked from the on suite.
She was sat in front of the computer reading an email she had received from her friend, “just an email Gina sent me.”
“Oh yeah, what’s it say” he dried his short dark hair with his towel.
“Well it’s just a short story about someone I used to know” she said with a confused tone to her voice.
“Who’s it about then?”
“You remember me telling you about that boy who stalked me and my friends at school; it’s about him killing a couple and their family.”
“Didn’t he hang himself” he became more and more interested and jumped to the other side of the bed next to her. “What’s that below.” He pointed to a video file at the bottom of the email titled ‘prologue’.
“I don’t know, shall I click it?”
“Yeah go on, she’s probably making an idiot of herself or something.”
Clicking the link it immediately opened up into a window. The image was grainy.
“Hey look at the time at the bottom she only filmed it two hours ago” he pointed out the obvious.
The video continued, it was set in a small dark bedroom; the curtains were drawn preventing any light entering the room. The camera pointed towards the ground at a pair of boots; these were not women’s shoes. The camera lifted up, it aimed across the room to a small bed in the corner of the room.
“I didn’t know she had kids?”
“She doesn’t why?” they both were dazed by the video.
“Well if I’m mistaken I’d say that was a child’s bedroom.”
The person in the video slowly approached the bed. A gloved hand slowly stroked the quilt, making its way up. The camera panned across the side of the bed. The lack of light made it difficult to make out any of the designs on the quilt. As the hand reached the top of the quilt it was clear to see this was a child’s bed. Breath from the person swept past the camera, the room was smothered with cold air, as he had gained his entrance from the window. The girl’s face concealed beneath her long dark hair, so they could not make out her identity.
The hand disappeared from the grainy image for a moment, returning with a kitchen blade. The hand caressed the face of the girl and slowly swept her hair aside to reveal a pierced ear.
“Doesn’t Lauren have earrings like that?” he raised his head and questioned her. She did not respond; she remained captured by the video.
The knife now moved across her cheek to reveal the side of her face. It was indeed their daughter.
“Oh my god” she gasped and covered her mouth.
He jumped from the bed and ran to her room. “Lauren” he shouted repeatedly.
As he kept shouting for a response she continued to watch. Their daughter woke from the cold sharp blade. Her eyes widened immediately with the harrowing figure stood above her. The camera was set on the bed side table pointed at horror stricken face. The figure now fully visible, climbed on top of her. The blade dangled above her face, the figure looked at the camera, its face kept in the shadows but its eyes glowed for a moment as if it was smiling, the knife dropped from its hand. The screen fell black and only silence could be heard.
“Lauren” the room was locked he could not get inside; this was unusual though, as there was no lock on the door.
There was a quiet knock in the closet. This grabbed the wife’s attention, unable to show any emotion of what was potentially behind her daughter’s door, she crept to the closet. Another knock came from it, as she slowly approached. She grabbed the door knob; it was as cold as ice. Her mist from her breath was sucked into the holes in the wooden doors. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and opened the door. There was nothing, just clothes hanging from the rail and shoes boxed up.
He finally got into the room with a strong kick to the door. His daughter woke with the forceful entrance of her father. “Daddy” she cried unharmed.
When the wife heard there was nothing wrong she turned to leave the bedroom, but the door slammed shut. The video commenced once more, this time the grainy image was of an oak tree. In the darkness of the moonlight a body was hanging from the branch. The rope lowered the body to the ground, it was still alive. The noose was removed from around its neck and the figure walked towards the screen. The image became more blurry obscuring the person. When it came up close to the screen the image cleared, it lifted its head up and starred at the screen. It was not her friend in fact it was the boy from her school. He smiled with blood shot eyes. The lights in her room dimmed. The screen blacked out again. She looked down to see a dark shadow stood over her, a knife then plunged deep into her back through her chest. She felt the cold dead lips against her ear “Did you enjoy my little story?”
