Biting Back (Completed)

Responsibility

I don't want to wake up and feel the consequences of doing so. Chop me up and throw me in the bin because I'm waste. Wait scratch that, recycle me. Be good to the environment, unlike me. I feel like an elephant stomped on me for breathing the same air as him. Then when he finally stopped stomping on me he called to his crew and told them to all have a go stomping on me. Then after his crew finished the elephant came back and took a dump on me. I decided to get up anyhow. I was in my room? That's a first. I reached for my phone on my nightstand to see the time but instead of finding my phone I picked up a rose. Dark bloody red rose. Ooo it has a pretty black ribbon tied on it. That's so cute. Wait what the fuck happened. Where's Erick. No. I must have been drugged by Micheal or something. All those hallucinations. I saw dad though... he looked at peace, happy, so blissfully unaware of what was to come to him. I wouldn't want him to see his baby girl all grown up like this. I've fallen further and further down. It's like I'm falling into a never ending pit of despair. Just when I thought I had landed I just keep going, further, down I go...
I blame Kevin for this. He is what started this shit. He was my first beginning and my last ending. My life hasn't kept going since, it's only been an end. I kept looking at the rose, spinning it around between my hands. Did Erick bring me home and leave me a rose? That sounds like some cliche romance shit. Doesn't he know I'm allergic to that shit, especially when the shit is a serial fucking killer. Of all the job opportunities and the series of titles he could have got. He could have been crowned the king of the ladies world or something, cringe title, but it's much better. He always seemed like a gentleman, until I realized that was only to lure you in so he could chop you up for some weeks worth of dinner. He wouldn't have gotten much meat of me anyways, if he would have put his usual plan to fruition. Not a lot to chew on these bones of mine. Why does he kill. Does he have mommy and daddy issues. Oh, poor little piece of shit got no parental figures so he went on to kill the things he wanted the most. That little sparkle bitch asshole. He'll get what he deserves. This rose just got a whole lot uglier with the thought of that. I started peeling the rose petals off, one by one. I got to the core of it, revealing it's vast ugliness. It's like little alien tentacles reaching out to grab you to choke you. Disgrace to humanity itself, just like Micheals left toe, and also like Kevin, not leaving him out. I got up and got ready not noticing the note on my nightstand. I was finished getting ready and then finally decided I actually do need to check my phone and found that stupid fucking note. "9 p.m. at the (vantar stað). Wear the dress." The note read. What fucking dress. The red one or the one I tore to shreds in one of my clumsy bitch acts. What if it's not Erick. What if it's Micheal. Wait how did he get in my flat. Why am I a part of his circus. He better be handing me a pay check for my great work as a clown, otherwise I'm suing the fucker. I need someone to help me get him to jail. Oh my god I just had a smartass idea for once in my life. Seems my braincells finally worked, took their damn time to do so. I'll contact the police now and tell them to stalk me when I go meet up with him, because of course I'm going to go meet up with the serial killer on the loose. Just casual, just casually getting killed, it'll be like any other friday night of mine. I meet up with him, he kills me, the police catch him in the act, and voila! He's in jail. I win he looses. I will be dead but that's fine if he's in jail. The winner takes dies and the loser looses it all. I love my plan.

9 p.m. is rolling around and I'm not ready to die yet, I still need to find a good outfit before. Obviously if I'm going to die I want to die fashionable and make it dramatic. I scouvered my whole closet and realized I do have a dress, the blue one I got in the mail. Fucking the no on this one. Was he the one who sent me the dress. Why does he have to make everything uglier then it has to be. It was a cute dress before he bought it and stained it with his nasty prowling human stained fingers. Do I wear it though, he told me to do that, sooo? Fuck it it's a cute fucking dress if I ignore who gave it to me. I'll be glad to die in this one. I contacted the police and left them a very weird cryptic note to show up at the place and watch out for a guy killing a girl. I might look like the serial killer looking for that 8 minutes of fame, but I'm not the one about to be killed. Maybe that means I'll be more famous. Since when did the victims get more recognition than the killer ever. If he doesn't end up killing me however... I guess I'll make sure he does. It's not that I want to die. It's just I'm tired of losing. I see this as a sacrifice I must make for the innocent lives of others. Somehow I got to get him in jail. Oh shit! I'm 10 minutes late to my own funeral. Oh fuck, I also have to get a train to get there.

On the train I wrote a little text to all my close friends wishing them a good life and how happy I am to be so lucky to have met them. I felt tears forming in my eyes and sucked those little fucks right back up. I don't want to ruin my mascara, I got to look good for the evidence photos. I don't think I'm comprehending this very well. My life here is going to poof! I'm going to disappear, forever... Then I got to make it at least a little memorable. It has been quiet the journey. Maybe I'll get to see dad again.
The train was finally at my stop. I got off and walked a while and was half an hour late already when I finally got to the location. There was no one there, I thought. I stood by the railing looking out at the beautiful city glistening, even at night. I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek as I quickly wiped it away. Footsteps approach me and he stood besides me watching over the city with me. "Did you bring them with you?-" He asked before I interrupted him with a loud scream. "WHAT THE FUCK KEVIN?!" I shouted in shock. What the fuck??? Kevin of all people. He was always a killer, bit he's not the killer I'm after. "Are they here?" He looked at me as I stood there frozen. My eyes widened as I asked who he was talking about. "The police of course!" He anwsered anxiously. "Fuck you Kevin. You know what. Yeah, I did bring them, because fuck you. You stole my fucking barbie bitch." I said angrily. "What the fuck are you talking about what babrie- are you fucking kidding me that was more then 10 years ago. We were fucking kids!" He anwsered back irritated. "If it weren't for your little pissy behavior he would still be here!" I shouted back at him. "Are you still blaming me for your father's death. I wasn't driving the fucking car!" He shouted back at me. "He went back to get my doll. So yes it is your fault. Actually this is all your fault. My life, my horrible, miserable and forgettable life is all thanks to you." I said back. "Sure it's all my fault... I guess it's only fair I'm also going to be responsible for your death as I am for your life." He said as he pulled out a gun and pointed towards me. I cried my eyes out. I couldn't stop. Not because of the fact he was holding a gun and threatening to kill me, but because he admitted to the blame. "You know what Kevin. It's for the best. I'll see you in hell. Fuck you-" I said as he pulled the trigger.