Rewrite of my first official chapter!
The stress of the week finally falls off my shoulders as the water soaks my skin, the warm steam fills the bathroom as I sink deeper into the bathtub. So many classes and so many responsibilities, I didn't realize how tiring it would become when I signed up for these courses. Oh, only if I knew..
Before sleep can pull me under I hear a ding from my phone, notifying me of a message. I sigh and shake the water from my hand before gently tapping the screen to see it was a simple notification from Snapchat. Though I catch a glimpse of the time and immediately snatch my phone from its spot on the floor and get out of the warm water. I grab my towel and begin drying off as the water drains from the tub.
Having a local murderer is pretty scary, having a local murderer that calls you every Friday is even scarier. It became a tradition a few months ago, to receive these calls every Friday due to my mom having her overnight shifts on Fridays. Her being gone only left me vulnerable to the two killers. It was terrifying the first few nights but they told me they would kill my mother if I ever told anyone, and of course I kept my mouth shut after that. What soon turned my world upside down was the fact that I actually started looking forward to these nightly calls. These boys, murderers, have became my best friends in a very scary amount of time, and soon they became more to me.
I've always wanted a close relationship with someone but no one has ever found interest in me. Rejection was normal.
Until these two came along and knocked my life into a totally different direction.
My close contact with these two is what inspired me to put my current plan into action. I want to meet them face to face but I just know they wouldn't do it if i asked. They wouldn't risk being caught. They couldn't. And I know it may be selfish of me to be doing this, but I just need to know. I need to know I'm not going to be heartbroken in the end. Or worse, dead.
I slip on my shirt as I walk down the hallway, making my way to the living room. It's been a running joke between the three of us, they watch whatever horror movie I have playing on the T.V outside while I get the cozy couch. They always complain about "being in the cold outside world" while I "get the warm cozy couch". Jokes of course, they say they don't mind, the quality time is enough for them. Everytime I offer for them to come inside they grow awkward and find an excuse to change the subject.
I enter the living room and look around once more. I have a plan to lure them inside, a rather odd plan, but I just pray that it works. I have to talk to them face to face, or rather face to mask. I need to know that I'm not falling into a trap, I don't want a broken heart by the only people who have taken interest in me. Insecurities about our potential relationship plague my mind constantly and there's nothing to console the dark thoughts. I have to do this.
I want to make it look as if I've been robbed. Maybe they would grow concerned at my lack of answering the phone and come to knock on the door, or maybe the windows. At this I'll leave the door barely open, so maybe it would emitt some alarm, then leave a mess in the hallway leading up to the kitchen and the living room, suggesting a struggle or something of that nature. I sigh as I checked off every mental item of my check list. As I make my way to my bedroom I shut off the lights and sit behind the door, take out my phone, and cut off all notifications. I watch the time edge closer to midnight.
It's 11:56 when I get the call. Same time every Friday. Yet this time I don't answer, I watch as it vibrates in my hand.
It's only seconds before another call comes through, buzzing the mechanical device in my hand once again. It takes maybe even less time than before for a third call to come through. Leaving a buzzing feeling in my hand as the call is ignored once again. There are no more calls after that, just silence, utter silence. Did they leave? Did they give up on me just like that? I knew I shouldn't have expected them to care, no one does. Why would they actually worry about my absence..

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FanfictionAs said in the title.. I am just a lonely girl who is obsessed with horror movies, and even more, the slashers in said horror/thriller movies. I have been very busy recently, but I am trying so hard to keep the posts up! I hope you have a great day...