Double the Trouble, Double the Love

ghostface - chapter 6

The sun was almost done setting while I was walking home. While I was walking, I would stop and search the area every 5 minutes. Each time I checked, there was no one there.

Five minutes passed and it was time to check. I turned my head around and there was no one there. But there was a noise. A branch snapped.

My head focused into the direction where I think the noise came from. A small wave of anxiety washed over me and I felt unsafe. I took a couple deep breaths and turned back around.

I started to speed walk, taking deep breaths and just trying to reassure myself.
Those next five minutes were the quickest five minutes of my life.

I checked my watch and sighed deeply. I turned around and there was nothing there and there was no noise. I felt relaxed at this and a small smile grew on my face. I was just hearing things.

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I finally got home after what seemed forever from the constant worrying and anxiety.
I set my bag down by the door and called out for Mom.

"Mom! I'm home! Sorry I took so long." I kicked my shoes off and waited for her response.

No answer.

"Mom!" I look around the house and there's no lights on. It's also a disaster. I don't remember it being this messy this morning. "Mom?"

Her car is in the drive way, she has to be home. Maybe she's sleeping?

I head for the stairs and grab onto the railing.
My hand meets a wet sticky-ish substance. I shiver at the touch and look at my hand.

Though, it was somewhat dark in the house, I could tell what color it was.

It was red.

I instantly start to panic and run up the stairs, following the what seems to be blood trail. My heart is racing and I start to shake.

"MOM!?" I look around the upstairs hallway, searching for a trail of blood. I notice a small  trail of spots, leading to her room but her door is closed.

"MOM! I'M COMING! DON'T WORRY!" I run towards her door and try to open it. It's locked.

"Shit shit shit!" I'm breathing heavily and having a hard time trying to think.
I pull a bobby-pin out of my pocket and try to open the door from there. It works.

I slowly open the door while closing my eyes. I have no idea what's in there.

The door is fully open now and I slowly open my eyes.

It's Mom, laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood.

"MOM!" I shout whisper and kneel down at her. Tears are running down my cheeks and my vision is blurry.

"Mom! Please wake up. Please. PLEASE MOM!" My shout whispers quickly turn into yells while I'm shaking her.

She doesn't respond.

"MOM!" I scream while I grab her cold hand. "Mom...c'mon. Please.." I squeeze her blood covered hand. I just stare at her lifeless body, trying to figure out why this happened.

"She's dead, Y/N." A dark ominous voice came from behind.
I look up and slowly turn my head around.

It's a person in a black cloak with a mask. The mask is like paused mid scream and he's holding a bloody knife.

He takes the bloody knife and wipes it off with his gloves.

"I'm sorry this has to end this way. We could've been greaaat friends." He walks slowly towards me. The voice sends shivers down my spine.

My adrenaline was pumping. I was distressed, sad and now mostly pissed. My mothers killer is in the same house as me and now I have the chance to rock his shit.

I get up slowly and take a deep breathe. I furrowed my brows and rolled both my hands into fists.

I didn't care if I died trying to take him out or if I lived. I just wanted to beat the crap out of him.

I take a couple deep breathes and quickly try to prepare myself for what I'm about to do.

"What's wrong, doll? You seem upset."

"Go to hell." I yell while I tackle into the masked man. As we fall onto the ground, I dig my nails into his sides.

This ghost-face stabs me into my left side as I still continue to dig my nails into his sides. He quickly pulls the knife out of my side. My yell gets weaker and weaker.

I'm now on top of Him and he punches me with his free hand, in my face and I fall sideways. I hit my head on a dresser-storage sort of thing and hit my head on the floor harder.

"AHHH!" I yell in pain and my vision has gone blurry. I can hear Him get up and crack his knuckles.

I groan in pain as He grabs my arm and yanks me into the center of the floor.

"I'm always on top." His crisp voice sent shivers down my spine despite everything that just happened.
As He sits on top of me, he raises his knife over his head with both hands. Getting ready to stab me in the stomach.

My vision starts to focus a little and just in time. I yelp and quickly shift to the side, causing Him to stab the wood flooring.

I struggle to get up and hold my side, heading for the stairs. He struggles to get his bloody knife unstuck.

I run down the stairs as fast as I can, despite my wound. My once grey shirt was turning a dark maroon red near my wound.

I try to remember where I left my wireless phone and feel hopeless when I remember I left it in my room.

My only chance now is getting through that front door.

He finally gets his knife unstuck and bolts for the stairs.

"Not so fast, Y/N." I didn't have to see this psycho's face to know he was smirking through mask. I was so close to the door.

As He is running down the stairs after me, he trips on the longer side of his cloak and drops the knife as he catches himself.

I make it downstairs and notice the knife on the floor. While holding my side, I manage to grab the knife. Though my vision is still a little blurry, I throw the knife at the killer.

I aim for his face but I end up getting his arm holding onto the railing.

As I struggle to unlock the door, I hear the killer yell in pain. I managed to grab my shoes and my backpack and slammed the door. I used my free shaking hand to lock the door and walk-run as fast as I could.

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I made it down to the empty road and feel more lightheaded and weak than I did a couple minutes ago.
I looked down at my wounded side and lifted up my hand.

My entire palm covered in my blood, even the crevasses. My body finally gives out and I pass out there on the dirt.