PSYCHOPATHS [+18] SCREAM

Chapter 1

As I lay under the covers motionless, I felt numb. I just lost a friend I grew up with, we had our ups and downs, but I never wanted for her to get hurt. I couldn't understand why this was happening. The image of Casey hanging from the tree haunted me the whole weekend every time I tried to close my eyes.

I hear a soft knock at the door pulling me from my thoughts "Come in."

My mom peers her brown eyes at me in wariness as she walks in arms crossed with a look I couldn't quite make out. "Are you okay?" She asks wanting to take a step further but hesitates.

I lift and brush back my knotted hair. "I'm okay."

She gives me a look knowing I'm lying but doesn't push me any further. "Drive to school safely please?" She goes to turn away but pauses. "I have a late shift again, will you be, okay?"

I nod my head and respond with a low yes. It looked like she had more to say but instead, she walked away. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Mom and I never really got along, and things just got worse when I left. I have my regrets now, but I haven't explained that to her yet.

I get out of bed and head for the bathroom to shower and brush the knots out of my hair.

Before I got dressed, I noticed the cut down my chest becoming a scar. I traced it with my fingers getting chills down my spine remembering his cold lifeless eyes staring down at me, I quickly shook it off and started to do my hair.

I came downstairs to see Mom left money for me on the counter and a note. "Order Chinese or Pizza, be safe, love you." I read out loud to myself smiling. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to have a relationship.

I hop in my jeep, ready to get the day over with. I'm nervous about seeing my old friends. Seeing him.

As I walked up to my old school, news cameras flashed in my face. I'm immediately irritated by the attention and flashes, so I smack the nearest camera out of my face. The cameraman stares, offended and shocked. "You're gonna have to pay for that."

"I don't see that happening," I shouted, not looking back. As I try to continue forward with more cameras and flashes in my face, I'm bombarded with questions that immediately give me a headache, I was so close to snapping.

I'm starting to have regrets about coming to school. My face was plastered all over the news and papers. I spent most of the weekend at the police station as they questioned me about the incident, they were very suspicious of the fact I came back just hours before Casey and Steve were murdered, and I told them it was a coincidence.

I suddenly feel a hand on her lower back. "Okay, back up, give her some room." Dewey ushered me through the cameras before squeezing me into a hug. "I can't breathe Dewey." I choke out.

He quickly lets go and starts to check to see if I'm okay. Dewey is like a big brother I've never had. He was about to say something else but was quickly hip-bumped out of the way by Tatum who practically tackled me. "Amara!"