Only I Know

Chapter 1: Some Kid

One of my favorite breakfast meals that Mom makes is vegan chorizo and egg, which is the smell I woke up to. I threw the covers off my body, and made my way downstairs. "Morning!" Mom said, happily as I sat down at the table. "Good morning." I replied. Mom walked into the dining room and set a plate down in front of me. When I looked down at the plate, I saw disgusting bugs crawl out of it. I looked up at Mom, and she had no face features. No eyes, mouth, ears, nothing. I quickly got up from the chair, and started to back away from her. My heart felt like it was about to come out of my chest, and I was shaking like crazy, as if it was -20° outside. Mom then picked up a knife that was setted on the table, and started to walk closer towards me. My back hit the wall, and I was trapped. "Mom, please don't!" I cried, tears wouldn't stop coming down my face; it was impossible for me to stop. Mom raised up the knife, and I closed my eyes, so that way I don't have to see the death object enter my body. I then felt her cold hand go onto my neck, making my eyes open. When they did, Mom turned the knife over (having it face her) and pushed it into her stomach. Her hand became loose on my neck, and she collapsed to the floor, with blood gushing out of her body.
        I quickly sat up on my bed, crying and out of breath. I looked around my dark room, leaned over to my nightstand (that was on my left) and turned on my lamp. It was a dream...well, sort of. Mom really is dead, and Dad left two years after Mom died. I was ten when she left this world, and I am now sixteen; I have been raising myself ever since. I grabbed my phone and checked the time, 6:37. "I guess I should get ready for school." I said to myself. I was so happy that today was the last day. I hate school. I grabbed my clothes, and started to change out of my pajamas. When I did, I grabbed my phone, and backpack, and went downstairs. I set my stuff in the living room, and then I walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out a small box of apple juice. I never really eat breakfast, and that's only because I don't know how to cook anything. It's usually snacks, and they aren't really filling. I sat myself down on the couch, and went on my phone.
        As I was on it, I got a message from Nessa:

Nessa
good morning!!

Y/N
heyyy

Nessa
am i picking u up today??

Y/N
no i'm walking

Nessa
r u sure

Y/N
yes is am. and don't worry i will still see u at school

Nessa
okay! see u then

Y/N
byeee

        After I sent her my message, I picked up my backpack and headed towards the door. As I was about to open it, I heard a knock. I quickly but quietly ran into the kitchen, and sat down (on the floor) in front of the sink. Since I'm a minor, I have to be put into the foster system, but I don't want to be in one. If it was a parent or some adult, I know that they will turn me in, and I am perfectly fine raising myself. "Hello? Y/N are you home?" I heard a voice say. I rolled my eyes as I got up and walked over to the door, knowing who it was. "What the hell is the matter with you, Spencer?" I said, as I opened the door and stepped out. "Sorry, I was just wondering if I could walk with you." "Yeah, that's fine, but I thought Nessa was going to pick you up?" I said, as I locked the door, and started to walk with her. "She was, but Nora didn't come home until late last night, and my dad was stuck at work." She said (Nora is Spencer's stepmom).
        "Damn, I'm sorry." I told Spencer, as we crossed the crosswalk. "It's fine, I understand that they can't always be there." I wanted to say something, I really did, but I didn't know what. I don't know what it's like to have parents that are there, but aren't always there when you need or want them. "Mind if I change the subject?" I asked nervously. Only Spencer and Nessa know about my situation, and they also know that when they talk about their parents with me, I never really know what to say. "Yes, go ahead. I don't really want to be sad right now." She said. "Well, have you heard anything from Nessa? I know she went out with Stacey last night." I said. "Oh yeah! I'm not gonna tell you, because Nessa wants you to officially meet Stacy." Spencer informed me.
        That's fair. I mean, I heard of Stacy, but I never actually knew her, like Nessa and Spencer do. "Okay." I said, as I looked at her, and then back to the school in front of us. As we were about to set foot on the campus, I saw a boy running away from something...again. I'm not sure if anyone else has seen him, but I have seen that kid running before, and not for a workout, but he would run like he was trying to escape something or someone. "You good? What are you looking at?" Spencer asked, looking in my direction, trying to see if anyone was there. "Nothing, sorry, I was just dozing off." I said. By the time I had looked back, he was gone. "Well, come on, it's the last day!" Spencer said, as she was pulling my arm towards the school. We got into the school, and we walked into the gym. There, we saw the whole school there, setting up to watch a movie. "I'll be right back." I told Spencer. I then walked out, and went into the library. I set my bag down on a chair and opened it. I took out my text books, and set them on the counter.
        When I turned around, I didn't realize that a guy was standing right behind me, and I accidentally bumped into him. "Shit, sorry." I said, as I looked at him. This kid has dark green eyes, and skin that was a little lighter than mine. "It's fine." He said. I walked past him, and grabbed my bag. I looked back over, and he was gone. Was he the kid I saw running earlier? I thought to myself. I pushed the thought off my shoulder, and left so I could go into the gym. When I walked into the gym, I saw that Spencer was with Nessa, and I assumed that the other girl was Stacy. Stacy had light colored skin, fire red hair, and brown eyes. I walked over to them, and sat down. "Y/N this my girlfriend, Stacy. Stacy, this is my friend, Y/N." Nessa said, as she looked at me and then at Stacy. "It's really nice to meet you." I said cheerfully, putting my hand out. "It's nice to meet you, too, Nessa told me all about you." Stacy said, as she put her hand into mine. Once we took our hands back, Nessa set her head on Stacy's shoulder. I loved how happy Nessa was with her. I haven't seen Nessa this happy in a long time.
        She's been through so much with her family, but all of her sadness seems to have dissapeared when she's with Stacy. I moved where I was sitting, and I sat next to Spencer. "Do you guys know what movie we'll be watching?" I asked, as I looked at the projector screen, and then back at them. "Yeah, we're gonna watch Aladdin." Spencer said, as she laid her head on my crossed legs and extended her body to the left. After she laid down, our principal, Mr. Wackner, stepped up on stage and started to speak into the microphone. I wasn't even paying attention; I was dozing off like crazy. I escaped from my world of dozing off, when the gym started to fill up with clapping; I knew that he was done talking. Mr. Wackner stepped off the stage, and walked over to a laptop that was on the side. He clicked on a few things, and then the movie started to play. I remember watching this movie with Dad. He would always tell me how he grew up watching the old Disney classics. But now, everytime I do watch them, the only thing I can see is a door. I see a door that is permanently locked, to where no one can leave, but then Dad somehow finds a way to open it, and he leaves; he doesn't even say goodbye. Today was the last day of school, though, so I don't really want to have to think about Dad at this point.
        We were about thirty-five minutes into the movie, when I felt eyes on me. The kid that I bumped into, at the library, was looking at me. I gave him a little smile, but he looked at me up and down and then got up. He started to walk towards the doors. Before he could officially leave the gym, he gave me this look, and then walked out. I ignored it; not really giving two shits. Although I don't care, I couldn't pull my eyes away from the door. He looked to his right, had this scared look on his face, and then ran in the other direction. I wanted to know who he was and where he was going; I also wanted to know who or what he was running away from. "I'm gonna be right back." I quickly whispered into Spencer's ear, as she was still laying on my lap. Spencer sat up, and I grabbed my backpack. After I put it on my back, I ran out of the gym. I know that people were staring, but their stares were the least of my problems.
        I opened the door and ran out, running in the direction of where that kid went. I kept running, until I left the school. I stopped where I was, out of breath. I looked around and I couldn't see him anywhere. "What the hell?" I said to myself, as I was trying to catch my breath. I didn't want to go back to school, so I walked home. That's when I realized that Spencer and Nessa were probably going to wonder where I went, so I decided to text Spencer:

Y/N
hey

Spencer
where did u go??

Y/N
i wasn't rlly feeling well so i went home

Spencer
okay...well i hope u feel better!!

        I left Spencer on read after I looked at her message. I walked back home, feeling tired and stupid. Maybe I'm just seeing things, or maybe I'm actually not feeling well. As I walked up to my house, I took out my keys and unlocked the door. I pushed it open, stepped inside, and then locked it behind me. I threw my bag on the floor and sat down on the couch. I threw my arm over my eyes and took a deep breath. I sat up, and was about to go to my room, when I heard a sound coming from the kitchen. I looked over in that direction, with my heart pounding. I cautiously got up, and slowly crept over there. I let my hands feel the walls as I was walking through the hallway. They were cold as my hand touched them. I peeked over the wall (so I could see the kitchen) and saw nothing. I came out from hiding behind the hall, and kind of laughed at myself.
        I walked more into the kitchen though, and grabbed a drink from the fridge. I closed it, as I took a sip from my water bottle. When the fridge completely shut, I felt a hand grab my neck, and pushed me to the wall. I dropped my water, and it spilled in the process. I was slowly choking on my water, but the hand let go a little, making me swallow the drink, and breathe again. I could only see half of the person's face, because they were wearing a cotton, black mask, and they had a black hoodie on. I tried to push them off of me, but they were stronger. I was then greeted by a knife that was put against my throat. "Move me away from you, and I'll cut your throat open." He threatened (I could tell by the voice it was a boy). Although his mask was covering his face, I could tell that he said it through his teeth. I stood there, shaking. What does he want? How did he even get in the house? Why does his voice sound so familiar? All of these questions were running around, in circles, in my head.