Cults & Vengeance

03.

03. A New Type of Craving

Emerson

SNEAKING PAST MY PARENTS WAS HARD BUT I MANAGED TO DO it. I went through the back door before hurrying to my room doing my best not to trek blood or mud through the house.

The moment I entered my room I hurried to the bathroom and put the shower onto the hottest temperature before tearing my clothes off. My shirt stuck to me as I peeled it off me before setting it on the floor to remember to wash them as soon as I was out of the shower.

Once I had everything off, I got into the shower. As soon as I stepped under the hot spray of water blood began to circle in the shower drain. I scrubbed my skin dry until there was no blood left before scrubbing all of the dirt and any blood in my hair out and putting the shampoo and conditioner in before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist.

Then I stepped out and walked into the mirror and rubbed the fog off before staring at my chest. I knew it had happened but now I was seeing it.

There were over ten stab marks on my chest. They were open but they weren't bleeding anymore. "How the fuck did you survive Emerson?" I asked myself as I placed my hands on the counter. My throat felt dry as I stared at myself in the mirror.

I shook my head before grabbing the bloody clothes and throwing them in the washer and starting it. "Emerson, you were out late." I looked over as my mom came into view.

I kept my back turned to her so she wouldn't see the wounds and start freaking. "Yeah, Lawson's tire got popped so we got delayed, sorry mom." I told her as I grabbed one of my tank-tops from the dryer and threw it over my chest before turning to her.

"It's three in the morning." My mom noted and I nodded.

"Sorry mom, I should get to bed though, I have an important test tomorrow." I told her and she nodded as I sped off to my room.

I didn't have time to argue with her about being out so late. Telling her that some satanic cult just attempted to sacrifice me, Lawson, and Reese isn't smart. She'd think I was crazy and ship me off to an asylum, or she'd believe me, and I'd be in even more danger.

Those cultists no doubt thought we were dead. With the number of times, they stabbed us we should be. Yet here I stand in my bedroom alive. I couldn't figure out how though. I should be dead. Lawson, Reese, and I should all be dead.

They stabbed us numerous times until we stopped moving. I shook my head as I climbed into bed. "We'll deal with this in the morning Emerson." I told myself before forcing myself to fall asleep.

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The next day I felt weird. When I got up in the morning I went into the bathroom and looked at my chest. The marks where the knife had plunged into my skin had lightened up. They still had a bit of red to them, but they were no longer bloody or even a hint of a scab.

It was all gone. Of course, the wounds were red, but it didn't look as if some crazy man had just stabbed me to death in the woods. I took a deep breath before heading back out.

I went over to my dresser and put on a button up shirt along with some pants before heading out to the kitchen. I headed into the kitchen and made myself a bagel sandwich before getting things ready for school. I took some money for lunch.

With all of that done I continued on until I was ready. "Mom, I'm heading off to school." I called out before going outside to wait for Lawson. Five minutes later Lawson's car pulled up and I smiled as I stood up.

I stood up and got into the back. Reese sat in the passenger seat. Lawson drove off. Silence remained between the three of us, not a single one of us daring to speak.