Tag, Your It!

Chapter 4

Present

I was short of breath, heaving and sweat dripping down into the folds of my breast. I was starting to develope a headache. It felt as thought my heart was in my throat. I could hardly breathe.

Hours had passed, the sun had risen maybe two to three hours ago. My legs were on autopilot. My feet dug into the ground hard and fast. My nails were taking serious damage. Why had I gone out without shoes?

How'd I even end up in this situation? Why had I even killed jeff?

I was sobbing. It felt like needles were poking at my eyes as the dust rose with the wind. Hitting my arms and legs with it. It stung. I needed to go home. I needed a shower and I needed help.

I was on a familiar road as I turned the corner. I nearly laughed. Christine would always help me even if I showed up blood on hands.

I ran faster than I already was.

Hope thats what I felt.

And soon as it came it vanish. Because what i saw does not bring hope.

Death.

Death.

Death.

Strange as it sounds that what it felt like when I opened my bestfriends home. Doors already unlocked. Blood on every corner of the walls. Like someone shoved a bomb in their body and exploded it.

It smelled like something was rotting. Bodies maybe. I kept walking and stopped. Christines family were sitting at the table. It was one of those tables you see a king sitting around. It spelled sour too.The food had began to spoil leaving a trail of sour flies to swarm the dining area.

Bile was starting to form in my throat. The house had a stench to it, a bad one too. The bodies were begining to rot. Flies were pitching from one body to another.

I went a little closer to look. Chrisrine's mom was at the top of the table face paled, hands on table. The rest of the family look just like that. Like dolls. Oh God. Jacob and Andy they were gone.

The brothers were clustered together like they were fighting for food. They were still young. They would have turned six this year. A tear had rolled down my eyes. I was sad.

It was as if they were dragged to the table for visual representation. An art show. A master piece of dead bodies. Their bloods were everywhere. Every corner. Every walll. On the ground, the table, the curtain. It was everywhere.

Christine.

She wasn't here.

I turned out of the living room and headed to the corridor to christines room. Which was located on the west wing. Yeah big house. Took a left turn and a staircaise leading up to christines room was there.

She didn't like the design of her house. Said it was too much. I agree.

The stair creeked under my feet like the ones in an old 1800 house. Reaching the top I took another left turn. They were two doors. Side by side. The one on the left was hers. The other one was a mystery. Whenever I came over they made sure it was locked told me never to go in. I always thought it was wierd.

I walked futher down the two doors side by side me in the middle. I turn to christines door and there she was standing in the middle of her room. Her door was wide open. Her sign dangling off.

The sign was meant for her brothers who'd kept barging into her room unannounced. They'd even caught her naked a few time. She was furious.

"Remember to knock!!!!" It was in bold red marker. Smudged even.

I took another step further into her room. Christine's face held so many emotions.

She was angry.

"Christine its me beth," I said as I stood before her.

"B..e...th..." She croaked like she hadn't spoken in a day. She probably hasn't.

"Yeah beth," I moved a little futher.

She moved. Not into my arms but further away. Like she was afraid of me. Like i'd done something to hurt her. Like I wasn't who I said I was.

"I'm not going to hurt you christy," and I wasn't. Why would I she was my bestfriend.

She kept moving backwards as if every time I was near her it burnt her. I was confused.

A little hurt that she thought I would hurt her. Hurt that she'd backed away from me. She was in shock thats it.

"Christy i'm not gonna hurt you I promise," it was the truth so why? Why was she looking at me like I was the one that did all this? I'd kill jeff but I sure as hell didn't kill christine's family.

Lies.

Lies.

Lies.

Lies.

I didn't kill anyone. So why? Why was I standing so close to christine hands on her neck and palms to her chest.

What had I done?

She coughed blood like she'd been stabbed. Her eyes were buldged as if she'd been stabbed.

Why was she coughing blood?

Looking down I found my hand holding a knife. The knife I killed jeff with. The knife that was now in christines body. When did I do that?

"Beth?"

"Christy"

I felt my hands push further and I felt myself smile. I smiled as I plunged the knife further into her body. I smiled as I watched my friend released her last breathe. I smiled when I hugged her. I smiled when I released her. I smiled when I called her name.

"Christine"