I was once an ordinary girl, going to high school like all girls my age. Catching the bus, hanging with friends, crushing on handsome idiots. But all that changed in the blink of an eye.
Another day at school, assignments were due, exams creaping up. Heads buried in books and fingers tapping frantically on keyboards. Everything was normal, the same repetitive thing day in, day out.
But today something felt different.
An unsettling feeling encompassed the air around me. I could barely breathe. No one else seemed to notice, no one else seemed to respond. The teacher buried in her notes didn't seem to care for the world outside of her scribbled ink.
I approached the woman and asked her if I could go to the bathroom. She didn't look away from her notes as she scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
How anyone could write without looking at the paper is beyond me, but there, written clear as day is permission for me to be wandering outside; oh the convenience of high school, requiring written permission to use the facilities.
I grabbed my books and my bag and went to the nearest bathroom. I stood at the sink, just looking at my reflection in the mirror, smirking at the crude grafitti on the walls. I opened the tap and let the water flow for a bit before splashing my face with the clear liquid.
But the uneasy feeling just got worse.
I felt acid come up to my throat as I realised I was going to vomit.
After coughing up what was left of my lunch, I let the water run for a bit to wash most of it down the drain. I wasn't particularly capable of cleaning the rest, hopefully the cleaner won't be too mad.
After washing my face once again, I decided to go to the office to sign out early.
When I explained the situation to the receptionists they were surprised and very concerned for my health, I've never taken any time off school, my attendance was perfect to the very minute.
The ladies let me use the phone to call my parents. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. I tried again, nothing.
It seems they aren't home.
I decided I'd walk home, I don't live too far from the school. When I told the receptionists, they expressed concern and asked if I would like someone to walk me home. I didn't want anyone to go out of their was just for me, so I declined their offer telling them I'll be fine, my stomach has nothing left to push back up my throat.
They smiled weakly and signed me out, wishing me well and to call if I needed anything. I thanked them and left.
As I approached my home the feeling got worse and worse, my stomach was churning and felt like it was going to explode.
I made it home, the doors were unlocked. So there was someone home after all?
For the moment I went straight to my room, I could barely walk as I tried to keep my insides intact. I collapsed on my bed and wrapped myself in blankets. I expected whoever was home to come check in on me. But no one did.
I fell asleep without realising, still in my uniform.
When I woke up I still felt uneasy, but it wasn't so bad now. So I went to the bathroom and washed my face.
When I lifted my face from the sink, I noticed a peculiar scent.
I wondered where everyone was, my sister should have come home by now, and mum and dad should be home now too.
I checked my sister's room, but it was devoid of her presence. Not even her school bag was here. She didn't come home?
I searched the rest of the house before finally arriving at my parents bedroom. The scent I noticed earlier was strongest here. I opened the door and saw a man standing at the foot of the bed, where my parents lay, motionless, drenched in red. I realised what that peculiar scent was.
I stood there, frozen, in the doorway as the man turned around to look at me.
"I'm sorry about your parents" he stated,
Sorry? Weren't you the one who killed them?
I thought, but said not a word. He seemed sincere, but if he didn't kill them then what was he doing in their room standing over their dead bodies?
He took a step towards me, run, my mind screamed at me to run. Come on legs, move your muscles, listen to your brain, RUN!
As he approached, my legs started moving, I ran out of the house, down the street and just kept running. I didn't know where I was going I just ran and kept running, as fast as I could as far away from the house as I could. Needless to say I didn't get very far, I've never won any awards for athletics that's for sure.
I stop to take a break, and notice a car coming up and slowing down. It's him. I can't stop, I need to escape. I pushed myself to run further. As he sped up to stop me, I turned onto a narrow footpath that was inaccessible with a car. I could hear him park the car behind me, and shut the door as he exited the vehicle. I could hear his footsteps chasing after me but I didn't look back, I just kept running. All the muscles, all the bones and joints and organs, everything, every inch of my body was screaming in pain, but I couldn't stop, no way I could stop.
I ran past the park, past the basketball court, and into the forest. I ran and ran, and all of a sudden my legs stopped working and I fell face first into the ground.
I didn't get up. I couldn't get up. I just closed my eyes and awaited the inevitable outcome.
I heard his footsteps approaching as I lay there, limp on the ground.
He stops, I hear him sigh as he wraps his arms around my body and lifts me over his shoulder.
Not going to end it here then.
With my eyes marginally open, I watch the scenery pass by as he takes me back the way we came, to his car. He places me upright in the back seat of his car and buckles me up.
Don't you put your victims in the boot, tied up and gagged? Oh, wait, it's probably less suspicious if someone sees a sleeping girl in the back of the car. How convenient for me to wear myself out, so that I can't resist.
I watch out the window as the unfamiliar scenery passes by, where is he taking me?
We soon arrive in a very nice neighbourhood, I mean nice as in rich. These houses are like millions of dollars, who is this man?
He parks in the garage of one of the houses and carries me into the house, laying me down on a huge bed.
He puts a blanket over me and leaves me in the room.
Now would be the perfect opportunity to escape, if I wasn't numb with pain.
Instead I fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps and liquid being poured. I open my eyes and see the man pouring a glass of water. I sit up and just look at him. If he was going to kill me he would have done it by now, right?
He hands me the glass of water, I hesitate, then cautiously take it out of his hand. I took a sip, tastes like water. I hold the glass in my lap staring at it.
If he doesn't want to kill me, what does he want with me? Is the water drugged? Wait, what if he wants his way with me? I don't really want to loose my virginity like this. What if he wants to make me his slave? A personal maid? No way! I can't even cook, I'm not going to clean his dirty underwear!
My thoughts are interrupted by his voice.
"You know, you snore"
I just stare at him blankly.
"Not loudly or anything, it's subtle but it's there."
. . . what?
"Look, I'm really sorry about your parents, they were dear friends of mine, I don't know who did this but when I find them, rest assured they won't be breathing for long."
Do I trust him?