Seeing couples has always disgusted me. Jealousy is what my "friends" told me. Fuck them.
At the age of 18, in my last year of high school, I've never had a girlfriend. Never even had a first kiss. How is that a bad thing? Dating seems like a hassle. Having to care for someone else and give all you are to them sounds ridiculous. Before assuming that I'm just an anti-social, think about it. What do you gain from a relationship? How many relationships even last when people date at my age? Or sometimes even younger. It's stupid. What a waste of time. Or so I thought, until she .. appeared.
One day, as I was sitting down in the cafeteria with the douchebags I call friends, sulking and judging everyone in my sight, something I would never have imagined to happen, happened. Her. Just seeing her made my brain explode. Not literally of course. I don't know why, but for some reason I was dying to know her better. I wanted to know everything about her. Where she's from, what she did, where she lived. I didn't care, as long as it was about her, I wanted to know it. She had black hair, dark as night, falling off her shoulders. She was a bit shorter than me and had beautiful hazel eyes. I could not believe that I'm actually attracted to someone. And that is why, I hated her.
What is making her so special? Why did my soul or whatever choose her? Why do I want to know so much about her? It pissed me off to no ends. I hated her guts, I hated her so much I wished she'd just disappear one day. The day after, I saw her again. And every time I saw her throughout the day my eyes wouldn't leave her. They would follow her and track her every movement. And deep inside, I wished she'd look at me just once. I couldn't believe that she's been in my school all this time and I've only noticed her now. Guess judging people and sulking didn't do me good. I decided that I should man up and go up and talk to her. Do all the stupid teenager shit people do. Ask her out or some stupid shit. And so I did.
"H-hi"
"Hello?" She replied, puzzled.
"Ho-how are y-you?" I muttered.
"I'm good!" She replied happily. Which felt unusual.
I proceeded to talk to her and for some reason words wouldn't come out of my mouth properly. I was stuttering like shit for some reason. Eventually I asked her for her damn number and she gave it to me. "What now?" I thought to myself. What the fuck do people do after taking the girl's number? And why the hell do I care? I didn't know what was going on with me. I never cared. I never liked someone. Why her? What is making her so special to me? I was dying to find out. So I did what any stupid teenager would have done, I asked her out.
We went out to a bar and had a few drinks. I never went out with a girl before. I had no idea what I was doing. She looked quite shy and didn't talk much. Why the fuck do want to know about this? She disgusted me. I asked her a few questions and she turned out to be just another regular girl. But something felt off, I couldn't keep my mind off her. The night was coming to an end so I decided to walk her home. I walked her to her doorstep and her house seemed quite.. old. It was a two storey house, painted white. Door looked like it was in a rough shape. Felt like if anyone kicked it slightly it would just fall down. I said goodbye and was planning to leave and never talk to this boring girl again. But then, it happened. When I turned my face after saying goodbye, she grabbed my hand, I turned my face and it happened. She fucking kissed me. She just had to do that. Her soft pink lips pressed against mine. That one moment felt like an eternity. It was a shocking moment yet so beautiful.
I went home and couldn't stop thinking about it. It's just a kiss, I never cared about some stupid kiss. But god it felt good. I could still taste her lips on mine. I brushed my lips with my fingers lightly and paused for a moment. But then my hate and anger took over again. No one ever meant anything to me, and she sure as hell isn't any special.
Next morning, it came to my surprise that she was absent. Normally, I wouldn't give a shit. But out of pure curiosity, I thought I'd call her and ask. After school I called her, but there was no answer. I called her again after an hour assuming she was sleeping, but still.. no answer. A feeling of terror took over me and I had to make sure that fucking girl was fine. Logic told me that she's fine since I saw her the day before but, I just had to. I went to her house, knocked on the old wooden door, and I could swear that I've never felt happier. There she was. On the doorstep, looking at me with a stupid smile on her face.
"Hello!" She greeted.
"H-hi!" I replied nervously.
The fucking stuttering annoyed me.
I explained why I was there on her doorstep and she told me that she just wasn't feeling okay. She invited me into her house, and I thought "why not?", what's the worse that could happen right?
Her house was almost empty. The living room had an old TV sitting beside an old leather couch, and that was it. No paintings, no carpets, nothing. She lead me upstairs to her room. Her room was almost empty as well, it had an old looking bed and a desk. Her face was flushed and she was almost speechless while we were in the room. To break the silence I came up with a genius idea. "Can I use the bathroom?" I said. "Of course!" She replied. Smooth. She lead me to the bathroom and the floor creaked every time I took a step. It creeped me out but I didn't want to judge her. I did my manly business in the bathroom and as my curiosity always leads, I decided to sneak around her house and see if there's a room somewhere that isn't empty.
I took careful steps through the house making sure the creaking sounds were as silent as possible. At the end of a hallway, there was a door. I made my way to the door and noticed that it was a tad open. I thought that I could have a quick look inside and if I am caught I'll just say "I lost my way back". God I wished I hadn't opened that door. The moment I opened it a god awful smell came rushing out, I could feel my stomach turning. I turned the lights on while covering my nose wondering just what the hell is in this room.
I stood frozen staring at those.. things. There were two corpses laying flat on the ground. Blood was everywhere. What the FUCK? I screamed in fear. And a voice from behind me said "I see you've met my parents" followed with a smashed glass bottle hitting me in the back of the head.
