Room 13 Murder

Blake's Story

Intro- Blake is a young badass boy, aged 14, with a soft spot for a girl named Tiffany. However, what seemed to be true love at first, is definitely NOT! Dive into Tiffany's heaven, which is Blake's hell.

~Blake's POV~
"WHEN WILL YOU GET A FUCKING JOB, BLAKE?" my sister hollered at me. She banged on my door as I tried to get out, slamming my fingers in the side and whacking my head with the wood. I winced in pain but covered it up with a stifled yawn. I ran out of my bedroom and jumped in the shower. 'Fuck her,' I thought menacingly. 'Fuck her!'

I got dressed, dried my messy hair and combed it into an even messier side-swept style. I ran downstairs and heaved my heavy bag onto my shoulders and set off for school without breakfast. 'At least I have Tiffany..' I thought. 'My girlfriend.'

I saw my girlfriend up ahead, stopped and hastily moved my shaggy bangs out of my eyes. As soon as she saw me, she squealed and skipped over and embraced me into such a large hug that I almost doubled over on the muddy sidewalk below. As she looked at me and began chatting, I saw a flash of something in her eyes. I dismissed it as the light playing mind tricks on me. She handed a photo of herself and said she was moving away. In the photo she was sitting and doing a peace-sign. I smiled and then burst into tears. She was moving.

I spent loads of my days just staring at the photo, hoping for her to stay. When I fell asleep, I woke up in cold sweats and nightmares. One night, I got up and decided to go for a walk. The moonlight shone on my baggy jacket and denim trousers. I clutched the photo in my grip. I stepped in the road. Headlights flashed. I stood still. I couldn't move. I was paralysed. I tried to yell but my throat was as dry as a desert. I could finally move my legs but it was to late. A car hit me.

Black.

I woke up seeing white light. I sat up on a bed. I didn't recognise my surroundings at first as I was extremely dizzy. I realised I was in a hospital. It was very tidy. I saw my dad perched on my bed; he was muttering something, maybe a prayer? I saw Tiffany's photo on my bedside table.

~Raymond's POV~

He was just sitting on his bed, smiling, laughing. He had been hit by a car and he was happy! I didn't understand. My son had gone mad. Mad! He looked up at me and suddenly went rigid. He stuttered something. I couldn't understand. Without warning, he fell back. His heart rate monitor stopped beeping. He was dead. I picked up his picture he was interested in and saw a young girl holding up three fingers. I thought it was weird. I felt paralysed for a moment. I felt someone behind me. It whispered in a soft voice, "Your son tried to  warn you. Now you face the same fate." I screamed. It was no use. I had been stabbed. Tiffany. I glanced at the picture holding three fingers up. I fell onto the floor, blood dripping from my stomach. As I closed my eyes for the last time, the picture held up four fingers.

"Four kills.." I wheezed.

~Nurse's POV~

"I came into a room. There were two people dead. One was a patient. The other was their father. The father stabbed himself and lay in the pool of blood. We think he killed his son too. He was holding onto a picture of a pretty woman, holding up four fingers." I said.

"Thank you Nurse. They are dead, we can't do anything but bury them."

I bowed and left the room. As I closed the door, I smirked. They didn't know that I wasn't a nurse. I was Tiffany Brooke, girlfriend of Blake Oxford, killer of both him and his father... 

The end.

This is it for my series. Doing a new series soon. Word count: 703 words.
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