Kill of the night

Prologue

4 months later/ Current time, March
Bristol

Josie

"Elieee, today was the day" I start talking while entering the house and putting my coat down at the entrance,"I quit my job at the cinema finally"

Taking off my shoes I lift my head to see if she is in the living room paying any attention to my excitement.

The house is silent and it's not even that late. It's 11:00 pm and I've officially finished my last shift on that shitty job, I was hoping to go see a movie with Elise but apparently she's already gone to bed, I understand, she must be quite tired.

4 months pregnant is not for the faint of heart, and her pregnancy hasn't been the most peaceful, she's constantly nauseous and craving the hardest things to find. She also complains of back pain 24/7 and has the biggest mood swings.

I toss my uniform in the trash in a celebratory manner and start walking upstairs to my room. I probably won't sleep yet, I'll just do some basic online shopping until I get sleepy.

I climb the stairs gently making as little noise as possible.

It's when I'm at my bedroom door that I squint. Elise's bedroom door is ajar.

She usually always sleeps with the door closed because she has a strange paranoia that an animal will sneak into her room and sneak into her mouth. I peek and there she is, lying down, resting.

I can't help but feel like something isn't quite right.

She is sleeping on her back which she learned from the doctor that it's not the best position for the baby, since that appointment she had started sleeping on her side. Why the hell was she sleeping on her back today?

Feeling uncomfortable, I tiptoe into her room and crouch in front of her. Nothing about her feels wrong but something has to be out of place, I'm not crazy.

I shrug and cover her body up to her neck knowing the weather has been pretty chilly even though it's March.

As I'm leaving the room, I trip over something and fall to my knees, "Fuck" I whisper yell to myself.

With furrowed brows I pick up the bottle I tripped over. An empty bottle of paracetamol.

I pick up and look back at my sister on the bed.

Why would she need this?

I go to her again and this time I sit on the edge of the bed just watching. That's when I see another bottle, completely empty, in the corner of the room.

What's happening here?

"Elise wake up" I get up and go close to her face so I don't startle her when waking her up.

I spend at least 5 minutes watching her until it finally sinks in that she's not breathing. At all. Her lips are slightly purple, her skin is sweaty and her chest doesn't move. She's unconscious.

"No, Elise" I get on top of her now, one leg on either side of her torso over the covers, being careful with her stomach, "Elie I'm not enjoying this, wake up now" I start shaking her arms nervously.