nothing new |ethan landry

six. the prekill

    My real first kill was my mother. I killed her, and this time it was actually me. My mother had finally left me when I was ten after she had ruined my childhood. I think it would have hurt less if she had done it when I was younger, because I remembered everything about her. I was glad, but I felt I needed a mother figure. I've always hated her for it. I felt so betrayed. You'd think her reasoning would be that my dad and her were fighting, but it wasn't. She told me it was my fault. I held on to that.

On my fourteenth birthday she came back fresh out of rehab, pleading that she loved my father and me. She was different but she had these moments where she would get hostile and hit me. After a few months I had enough and confronted her about it. She pushed me, and I pushed her back, I pushed too hard. Her head hit the corner. I called the police. And the rest was a blur. It turns out her alcoholism was to cope with the reality that she wasn't going to live much longer. She was sick with a terminal illness and was going to die anyways.

    From that moment on my dad made it his job to hide the truth from everyone. He didn't want people to know that his perfect daughter had killed his not so perfect wife that he was warned about from the moment he started dating her.

   He hid the truth from his family, yet it got out. When the police is involved it's hard to stay anonymous. However I had no idea that someone could actually know about it.The incident happened years ago and everyone just stopped mentioning it.

  When ghost face brought it up it hurt old wounds. My father tried his best to cover my name up, and though it was public info at the time nobody knew it about me. I needed to know who ghost face was. Even if they killed me in the process.

I feared I could see my life flash before my eyes as the killer slashed deeply at my arms about to aim straight towards my stomach. When Anika opened the door I quickly pushed her out of the way, locking the door in one swift motion. I heard nothing from outside. And when I looked through the peep hole no one was there.

  I got there at the wrong time, my friends were sitting at the table and I heard as they got up and swiftly made their ways towards me and Anika. We got in a bundle and everything went silent for a second, but that second was interrupted by Mindy when she said "run ." right as Quinn's lifeless body hit the floor.

The killer followed Quinns into the room.

   "Oh fuck." Mindy was sliced in the arm with the knife in attempts to run away, and moments later I noticed the killers hands wrapped around Anika's throat, she was then stabbed in the stomach the killer turning the knife. I stood there, frozen, but internally panicking.

   Once I got ahold of my senses I ran, I went to Quinn's room, following the others. I was already bleeding when the killer got there, having a matching wound with Mindy, I didn't want to lose much more blood.

    I helped Mindy and sam shut the door with as much might as we could and we ended up in Quinn's bathroom, leading to her bedroom.

   I saw Danny, Sam's boyfriend grab a ladder.

"No fuck no, I can't do that. Neither can they. Mindys stabbed and Anika's bleeding out." I screamed.

   "We have no other options, you three go first." Sam said, wanting to make sure her friends were safe.

    "Someone has to hold the door." Mindy volunteered herself for it.

    "You go Stella."

     I wanted to resist, I wanted to hide in a corner, but I just took a deep breath before I started to crawl across, I tried not to look down but I managed to take a peek at the trash cans and the drop below me, I started panicking, loosing my balance one hand went through the bar. I felt like I was going to fall, but heard some motivating words.