The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Thirty

Song of the chapter is 'Why'd You Bring a Shotgun to the Party' by The Pretty Reckless

CHAPTER THIRTY

All too soon the day had arrived - the last day of summer. The day of the unforgettable party. The day of my death.

When I awoke, I went straight to window to open the pale pink curtains which shielded me from the outside world. I pulled them back and looked at the back garden that was lit beautifully by the early morning sun. The water in the pool was still and looked a sterile blue. I could hear the birds chittering happily among themselves as they fluttered past the window into the different trees and hedge rows which were coated in spider webs which glistened with dew. Everything was so peaceful which is also so ironic considering the events which were due to happen when the night came. That's the thing that people don't realise about the daytime. People are good at hiding the truth when the daylight is upon it but at night - that's when all the secrets can be exposed. Ever wondered why monsters were only unleashed at night when you were a kid? It's because they don't have to hide.

With a shudder, I turned from the curtain and made my way to the wardrobe to pick out today's outfit. I grabbed a purple tank and a pair of light denim jeans with the knees ripped. I took the clothes and went to my bathroom to change and get ready for the day. I tried to ignore the apprehension that was twisting in my guts. Looking back on it, I knew that something was going to happen - it's just a pity I didn't know what exactly.

After applying makeup in an attempt to disguise the bags under my eyes, I went back to my bedroom and closed the door, ensuring it was locked tightly. I took a deep breathe before taking step towards my closet again. I opened the first door on the right which was where the video camera and secret passage hid. I tried to stay out of there as much as I could in an attempt to make sure I never came into contact with whoever put it there. I listened to the back of the wardrobe in order to see if there was any possibility that someone was there. After assuming it was safe, I reached up, grabbed the camera and tape and made my way to my desk to switch on the macbook sitting on my desk. The recording of my everyday routine had become something that made me improve upon my video editing skills. I edited out what I needed to and then refilmed what I needed to in order to make it seem seamless. It was a lot of effort but if you were in my position - believe me, you'd go to any lengths to protect yourself and those around you.

After I was sure it didn't look faked or edited, I put the video camera and the footage back in the place and headed downstairs to an empty house. My parents had already left for their weekend away and it had been a bittersweet affair. I was rather upset to see them go, mainly because I felt like I needed their support and love. Now, when I think about it, it was bittersweet for different reasons. That was the last time I saw both my mum and dad when I was alive. it was the last time I ever got to hug them. It was the last time my dad placed his lips to my forehead. The last time I heard my mother called me 'sweetie'.

Jack had already left for football practise and then he was going straight to his friend's house to spend the night and was due to be back tomorrow morning. The last contact we had was the night before, when he came into my bedroom for a chat.

"Did you and Chase fight?" Jack asked, his expression made me think he was slightly agitated.

"Sort of," i said offhandedly as I returned my gaze to my phone. He didn't need to know what really happened and there was no way in hell I was going to tell him.

"Liar," Jack said before he grabbed my swivel chair from under my desk and turned to sit on it, "tell me the truth. Stop treating me like a little kid."

"I'm not treating you like a little kid and I'm not lying!" As my voice rose slightly in defense.

"You don't even believe what you're saying, you're voice did that thing it does," he said with a roll of his eyes. I swear he was so like me sometimes it was uncanny.