I woke up ten minutes before my alarm starts whining. I stayed on my spot, not moving a muscle and just stared off into my white curtains. For ten minutes, I stayed just like that and when I heard my alarm I sat up and dismissed it.
I stood up and stretched my muscles while standing on my tippy toes. I yawned loudly and looked at the time again. The clock says 7:13 AM and that means breakfast, but I might just skip that since I want to....clean the house! I was thinking of jogging, but I think rest is I want right now.
I grabbed an elastic. Wait, is that what you call it? An elastic? You know the thing you put on your hair to tie it? Or is it pony...whatever. I shrugged my shoulders and yawned again. Do I really want to clean the house? Or jog? Or eat? Ugh, so many morning thoughts. I put my hair on a messy bun and yawned again.
Grant's school fair is today. I gotta invite Nick, so I won't be alone with Grant and his friends. I grabbed my phone and plopped on the bed. I didn't bother checking my phone last night. Heck, I even forgot to charge it, so the battery life is close to zero percent. Fuck.
No new messages. I sighed not even a good night text from Nick. What an asshole. I shook my head and chuckled. I always blame him for the things that frustrates me or something and I'd just laugh since he just go with the flow. I plugged in my charger and dialled Nick's number.
"Nick! Help me! Please!" I cried at him and I can hear him shot out of his bed and I can also hear things being dropped to the floor. I covered my mouth to prevent my laughter.
"What the fuck? Siane! Wha-" I can hear more footsteps. Woah, there's more people? This gonna be fun. Let's see if they care.
"Please help m-" I cutted myself off to gather my strength to scream as loud as I can. The scream was pretty convincing if you ask me. It's like a bloody murder scream.
"Where is she?!" A frantic and different voice asked. Who's this? "Listen here motherfucker i-" The voice growled and the sound of it made me shiver. I, then cut him off.
I continued screaming then I ended the call. I think I laughed so hard that you can't hear any laughing sound....and then I took a deep breath and laughed again. Damn, I am one crazy mother fuck.
They'll be coming here in a few, so I have to make myself look scared, vulnerable, weak or worse....dead. Yeah, that's it! I know I have this red food colour and ketchup in my kitchen. I hurried down the stairs and grabbed all the thing that is red and a knife of course.
My phone is ringing. That's them. I have to hurry! I guess I didn't think this through. I poured all of the ketchup, water, food colour and I poured my perfume on it so it won't smell like ketchup. It looks like blood I tell ya. It's dark because of the red food colour that I added and it smells good just like my perfume.
I started pouring all the fake blood on my sheets, I splashed some on the wall, my lamp, the floor then I quickly poured some on myself and specially on the knife. I plopped on the bed....no. Too cliché. The bathroom maybe? No. The balcony! I grabbed the remaining fake blood and then splashed some on the railing. I hid the bottle under my bed. I put the knife on my bed and I quickly lie down on the balcony floor.
And after the moment my head hit the floor, I heard the door opened and footsteps running the stairs.
"SIANE?!" A voice screamed. Is that Justin? Oh my satan. I quickly stopped laughing and closed my eyes because if I opened them I might blew my cover and laugh really hard. The door to my room suddenly opened and oh my satan.
"Oh my God." The horror in someone else's voice said. Oh my fucking gosh, who is that? Footsteps are getting closer and closer to where I am. And then the moment I've been waiting for has arrived.
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Dundundun...... I know it's short. Just like me and I'll be making a new story too! After I finish this one of course. I'll foreshadow it on the next few chapters. So be ready. :)
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Fanfiction"Tell me honestly, did you ever love me?" She barely whispered, as she unconsciously puts her clenched fist hand right above her mourning heart. A habit she does where the only emotion that she's feeling is the unbearable pain. Copyright © 2015 by J...