Sewing Scissors

The End

I was stumbling over my own feet, pushing through doors, falling in to cracks, looking for a way out. Just like in my dreams, I could push down doors, kick my way through walls and slide through cracks. I could hear the familiar click of its little shoes hitting the wooden floor. I turned a corner and faced a cracked window. My escape. I dove toward the window, and started to climb out. Its face popped out the window, and held its blood stained scissors a few inches away from my face.

At that moment, I had a brilliant idea. It would not get the satisfaction of killing me. I would die. But not by Its hands. I would die. But I would die on my own terms. I let go of the window sill on the third floor. As I fell, my life flashed before my eyes. I saw everything. But it all slowed down when I saw the day before Mason's death.

"I am so sorry. I am so sorry," he muttered as he came closer to me. "I love you. I really do."

"What do you mean?" I tilted my head and whispered.

"Just know I love you.. and that's why I am doing this" he shoved me out of his room, and locked the door.

As I fell I understood. My brother had made the same choice. It would not win. He had killed himself in hopes that it would die with him. He was trying to protect me from the fate I was now suffering. Above me, It screeched in rage. I lunged forward, in an attempt to grab my shirt, but I was too far gone. It leaned out the window and hissed. Before I hit the ground, I heard a quiet voice whisper my name;

"Will. You failed me."

And as the days went on, nobody looked for the two missing teens. It wasn't until the snow melted and his body was found that people realized something evil had occured. And even then, no man ever understood what happened that day. All that was found, aside from the bodies, was a spotless silver pair of sewing scissors.