Please be advised that just because you are reading my story does not mean I am alive at the end of it. If there is anything I have learned in my nineteen years of life, it's that nothing is guranteed. Life always has a funny way of fucking things up for you just when you think they are going the way you want them. With that being said, I give you my story.
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"Stupid fucking Rachael! Who the hell leaves their best friend at a bar for some guy they just met?!" I huffed in aggravation as I walked down the alley. I mean I know she has been having trouble with her boyfriend lately and wanted to get back at him, I just didn't expect to be left with no way home!
Kicking an empty bottle, I kept walking with my arms hugging me tight. It being cold did not help my mood in the least and to top it all off, I had to pee so bad that my bladder felt like it was going to fucking burst! Not wanting to suffer alone, I whipped my phone from my pocket and dialed my supposed best friends number which to no surprise went to voicemail. "Rachael, if I fucking get murdered out here by some psychopath I swear to God I will rise from the dead to kick your..."
A strange sound whipped through the air causing me to stop my rant and survey my surroundings. A quick sweep revealed nothing in the immediate area, but something just didn't feel right.
"W-who's there?" I called out.
Yeah that's smart Anna just call to the crazies of the world so they no you're out here alone. Fuck. I mentally face palmed myself for that, like someone would actually jump out from behind the dumpster and say 'Oh, I'm sorry didn't notice you in my human stalking area, I'll just leave!'
"Okay, Anna everything is fine" I reminded myself before taking 3 deep breaths and turning to speed walk the hell out of there. My home is only 2 blocks away now, it's silly to worry over something that isn't there I scolded myself. It could be some old cat for I know! But that didn't mean I wasn't scared as fuck..
Picking up my pace a bit, I decided to cut through the back end of the town to come up on the back door of my house, that way I would be there in a matter of minutes instead of out here with my cruel imagination, and I wouldn't get caught sneaking in this late at night. My parents would kill me if they knew I had went out! I may be 19 but damn they still treated me like I was fucking 8 years old!
Another noise caught my attention from behind me and I whipped around quickly to catch it, my heart beating painfully in my chest as I did so.
"Hello?" I more like whimpered than asked out loud. Swallowing what seemed to be like a brick of my saliva and then smoothing my messy hair away from my eyes, I looked every which way behind me. I just couldn't shake the feeling that someone was there.
"That's it!" I screamed out loud finally frustrated with the creepiness of the outdoors at 1:00 in the morning, and I ran like fucking hell to my house! It was pitch black out so I had to squint to see, but I knew I was close, I just had to be!
After what seemed like running forever, okay maybe more like 15 minutes.. But it felt like forever! I finally saw the back of my blue house. Yes!! "I never thought I would so happy to see this prison again" I whispered out of breath as I picked up speed and hightailed it to the hedges so I could sneak under the balcony that my parents had connected to their room. The back door was only a few feet from that and it was already unlocked, I had made sure to leave as such so I could get back in without trouble.
Peeking up to my parents room, I saw that the lights were off and took that as my sign to launch myself at the green shubbery.
"Ow! God fucking damnit!" I whispered loudly as I cradled my knee, stupid fucking rain eaves! Instantly realizing that I could be heard I clamped my mouth shut with my free hand and took a quick look around. Okay good, no parents and no stalkers.
With careful precision, I continued my crawling path to the back door before hearing the sound of many twigs breaking. "What the?" I turned just in time to see a large dark male figure speeding towards me at an impossible pace.
So I did the normal thing anyone would do in my situation, I fucking screamed no longer caring if I was heard and headed for the door that was only a few feet away.
"Shit!" The fucking door is jambed! The mystery man was only 2 feet away on the other side of the patio screen, 30 more seconds and he would be in with me trapped
"Come on you stupid fucking door!" I exclaimed loudly in fear. Tugging on it once more it finally opened as the man just opened the screen door, all he would have to do is jump and he would be in front of the door.
"No!" I screamed in fear and slammed the slider shut as he reached the glass, quickly locking it in the process.
Scared, but feeling a little safer on the inside, I took a deep breath. It was then that the man on the outside began pounding on the glass and shouting absurdities that were muffled under his breath that I realized I wasn't exactly that safe. With one more pound of what looked to be his fist, the glass began to crack.
"Fuck!! Help me, mom, dad, someone!" I screamed as I ran upstairs in the dark home in search for my family. Surely by know they would have heard and come downstairs!?!?! I hightailed it to their bedroom and slammed open the door. In synch to the glass crashing to the ground downstairs, I saw my parents. My dad was on the ground with a knife in his back and my mom had her throat slit near him, blood covered the small room and floor. "No" I whispered not wanting to believe it "No, no, no.." I spoke softly as I backed out of the room, my eyes were wide and I was in shock until my back hit the stairs banister causing me to turn around. It was then that I saw the mystery man downstairs looking around, and he had a knife in his hand.
I began backing away from the stair case as I thought of how long they had been dead? How heartbroken they must have felt when they called for help and I didn't come? I had been out partying when some bastard killed them! My parents are fucking gone because I wasn't here to protect them! Oh my god. They died because I left the back door unlocked.. a whimper escaped at my realization and it was then that the murderer looked upstairs through the stair spindles and made direct contact with me and began to run up the stairs, his eyes never leaving me as he did.
