King Of Hearts [FINISHING SOON]

Prologue

“I’m home!” Said the girl in a checkered uniform to no one in particular. She dropped her school bag by the entrance and strolled towards an empty fridge in a spotless kitchen where a hot pink, heart-shaped sticky note stared right at her face.

Hey sweetie, your dad and I will work late today, why don’t you order some pizza instead? I left some cash in the living room by the TV. Take care of yourself, K? Love you!

“Love you,” she scoffed. “You could have just said you’re out at a party again, it’s not like I’m oblivious to everything.” Following the instructions on the sticky note, she ordered herself food from the cheapest restaurant she found on the internet before heading upstairs to her room for a hot shower. Minutes passed as she dried her hair in front of her second-hand mirror when a doorbell rang throughout her eerily silenced house.

“Coming!” She yelled, hurriedly throwing on a shirt and a pair of worn down trousers as she stumbled down the stairs. “Oh, it’s you,” her lips formed a lousy smile once she opened her creaky old door, “I thought you were the delivery guy. Come on in!” She laughed nervously as a brooding man wearing a black hood walked in. “Can you please remove your shoes? Mum doesn’t like a messy house,” she ranted off, skipping towards the living room. “Did you bring the papers with you? Also, I ordered food so if you want something let me know-“

Her breath hitched as she turned around to face the man holding a sharp, shiny object in his hands with a dark grin plastered on his face. “W-what are you doing?” She stuttered as the man came closing in. “N-no,” she backed away as her eyes landed upon a rusty poker stand. She grabbed one and stood in a defensive stance, gripping the poker so tight that her knuckles turned white, matching perfectly with the shade of her fear stricken face. “Stop!” She screamed, “I’ll call the police on you!” The man with a psychotic gaze roared heartily in reply before he pounced on her like a wild beast, easily overcoming her struggles with the poker. “Too late for that now,” he chuckled as he watched her squirm under his powerful grip, screaming for help.

He smashed her head against the mantelpiece as the lights slowly faded from her eyes and she drifted into an endless slumber.