I Fell in Love with a Serial Killer

Chapter 2: Sick Balls

Instead of going home when school was let out I walked to the woods instead, just to clear my mind. I was pissed because that Randy kid was in my next two classes after lunch had ended, which meant he didn't get suspended, he got a slap on the wrist for pushing and injuring my sister. I hated the kid and I hated the school for allowing this almost twenty year old kid to push around my 16 year old sister. I'm 18 so if he was gonna push anyone around it might as well be the sister that's closest to his age, not a fuckin' fetus. As I was walking I found a nice little mossy spot near a lake and leaned up against a rock to watch the water, running my hands over the soft moss and sighing. I pulled out my notebook and started drawing random stuff just to keep myself occupied when I felt someone watching me. I looked up from my notebook and slowly looked around. I saw no one but could still feel eyes on me. I was about to chalk it up to paranoia when I heard a twig snap somewhere in the woods. I stood up and took my switchblade out from my backpack and yelled.

"Whose out there? Stop being a fucking creep and show yourself!" I was trying to sound intimidating and angry, but my voice came out shakier then I'd hoped. After a few minutes of silence, and then another twig breaking, somewhere to my right, on the other side of the lake, I grabbed my stuff and ran home. Sliding my blade into my back pocket just incase. When I made it home I put my knife back in my bag and walked upstairs to my room. I knew it was illegal to have a switchblade for a pocket knife let alone bringing it to school, but I'm not a very trusting person and keep it close for protection incase something happens when I'm walking to or from school. After throwing my stuff into a corner of the room I started unpacking a few small boxes I had yet to unpack, and then flopped on my bed staring at the ceiling. My mom was still at work and my sister was still at school signing up for some after school activities so she could try and make more friends, so I figured no one would object if I took a nap.

I woke up a few hours later, my room was pitch black besides light seeping in from the hall outside my door so I knew that one, it was dark outside, and two, my mom and sister were home. I shivered as I sat up and rubbed my hands against my arms before stretching and realized my room was freezing cold. I looked around to figure out why and realized my window was open. I didn't open that. That was closed when I fell asleep, I thought to myself as I stared at the window from my bed. I was about to look around my room to see if someone had broken in while I was asleep when my mom burst through the door.

"Why is it so dark in here? And Jesus Christ, Echo, close that damn window! You're going to catch a cold child!" She said as she made her way to the window, shutting it for me. She walked back to the door and turned on the light. "Come on downstairs and eat, I made your favorite!" She said in a singsong voice. I gasped and ran out the door past her.

"STEAKKKK!" I screeched as I flew down the stairs and raced for the kitchen. The smell of steaks, mashed potatoes, and gravy flooded my nose. "Aw god it's like I died and my soul went to heaven." I said with a sigh as I took my plate off the counter and shoved a cut up piece of steak into my mouth with a happy moan. "Mom has out done herself again, this is the best steak I will ever have in my entire life." Luna laughed at me as she walked in from the living room to grab her plate, my mom just beamed at me from the table eating.

"You're such a food whore." My sister said with a giggle. I nodded as I sat down next to mom.

"Being a food whore pays good. It pays in happiness and fulfillment." We all laughed and finished eating after our mother scolded us half jokingly, telling us not to call each other whores, even if it was for food. After I went back upstairs I stood in my door way, door closed for a good minute, switchblade in hand. My window was closed but not the way my mom did it, my mom shut it all the way before we went downstairs, now it was opened just a crack. Someone was in here earlier, I thought. I was thinking of telling my mom but since I hadn't actually seen anyone I chose not to say anything, instead I checked my entire room top to bottom, checked my sister and moms rooms while they were downstairs, the bathroom, the whole nine just to be safe, went back to my room and shut the window all the way, locking it. I was about to go back to my bed when something caught my eye outside. I tried to squint to see but it was hard to tell what I was looking at. Though I could've sworn I saw someone in a white hoodie watching me. Yep, time to get a guard dog, fuck that shit. I don't care if I'm being paranoid, fuck I look like dying at the hands of a psycho?