The Day I left You

Ryan

TW: Blood, Violence, Murder. If you are sensitive to graphic descriptions of homicide, please RE-consider reading this. 

A deep sense of dread over takes me as I can't take my eyes off this horror. I walk a little closer and lean down next to her in the pool of her blood, ripping off my bunny mask and throwing it. My eyes now flooding with tears and my legs feeling numb, I try to yell but my voice was so hoarse from the alcohol and crying that I didn't even have the range for someone to hear me.

I look at her body and her skirt was pulled up to her upper hips and the fake gash on her stomach had a real one right next to it...She had already bled out. I stumble back and fall down in shock.

"Oh my god...oh my god..." I say to myself as I try to gain my bearings, still being drunk too. "Nadia, oh my god. Please tell me you're faking! Please!! Get up!" I crawl back toward her and put my hands on her wound, trying to stop the bleeding...but I knew she was gone...

"Please tell me this is a joke!!!! Oh god!!!"

I start to hyperventilate as I cry and I felt like I couldn't breathe at all. I felt like I was in a black hole and all I saw was darkness. My vision was now tunneled and I was seeing stars. I felt like I was about to pass out until I glance down the alley and see a man standing at the far end. I wave him down frantically and yell in his direction.

"PLEASE HELP ME! SOMEONE'S BEEN HURT!!!"

He walks leisurely down the alley and gets close enough for me to see who he was. It was the guy with the Jason mask.

"HEY!!! Can you please help me?! My friend is badly injured!!!!" I scream as he keeps his pace from before.

He could clearly hear me now, but he wasn't reacting the way I would expect. Something about him gave me the creeps in the first place and seeing him walk toward me slowly with no sense of urgency chilled me to my bones. He gets within 10 feet of me and Nadia's lifeless and abused body and stares at me. I'm sobbing like I've I haven't cried in 15 years and everything about his body language told me something felt familiar. He takes a cigarette out and lights it.

"Hello???" I ask him with a harsh tone, still crying.

"Hi." He says cheerfully with a wave.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?? MY FRIEND IS DEAD!!!"

"You don't get it, do you?" His voice changed rapidly and suddenly, I realize who I'm with. "You think moving countries twice is going to solve your problems? I'm like an STD. You might be able to stop symptoms, but you'll never get rid of me." He rips off his mask and throws it down. My suspicions were right...Ryan had found me at last...

I fall onto my back and quickly get myself up trying to eye an escape plan. This alley was long and I didn't have many options from the looks of it. I tried to dart to the right where there was a gap, but he quickly cuts me off.

"Ah ah ah... You're not getting away from me this time." He brings out a long and thick 8 inch knife from his jacket and wiggles it at me. "You're a slippery one...but I finally caught you..."

He starts to walk towards me and I sprint the other direction only for him to grab my hair and pull me down to the ground and hit me hard in the head with the blunt ended handle. I get knocked to the ground and I start to get spots in my vision again matched with an intense pain where he hit me. He stands over as I peek my eyes open. He stares down at me with a sadistic and evil look in his eyes that told me he was not letting me go this time.

"The closer we get, the more excited I become..." He says with a laugh, swinging his knife around in a circle. I widen my eyes and stare at him more afraid than I had ever been. "Did you enjoy the flowers I sent?"

"W-Why...Why do you want-w-want to hurt me...?" Part of me struggles to get my words out and the other part doesn't want to say anything in fear of him doing something worse. He laughs and wipes his bloody face. "Why did you hurt m-my friend...?" I say with tears in my eyes, looking over at her dead body.

"She was in my way." He shrugs and circles around me like a shark. "I couldn't have anyone in my way now, could I?"

I move to get up and wince in pain when I realize my scalp and ears are bleeding quite a bit now. He kicks me down with his boot and puts one of them on my throat and pressing down. I could still breathe but barely...

"Why do you think I waited until your precious little boyfriend was gone? His security was pretty good, I'll give you that. They didn't let you out of their sight and believe me, I checked. That was until they left and you couldn't resist being the whore you are. Going out to the bar and dressing like the world's biggest slut? That's not you..." He takes his boot off my neck and bashes me again in the face with the sharp end of the knife this time.

I cry out in pain and see red fill my eyes and I feel the blood pool in my mouth so much I was starting to aspirate. He got me right across the mouth and cheeks...

He laughs, looking down at me. He kicks my side with his foot with such force, I feel my ribs crack and a sharp pain over take my lungs. I could no longer breathe on my own.

"You know, I was really starting to have hope for us, but when you moved to Australia I thought, 'Man...This girl is just asking for it now.' You must like the pain. I mean, that's why you dressed up like this, right?" He says, leaning down and tugging at the choker.

He pulls me up to his face which was even more terrifying than seeing Nadia's dead body. His eyes were naturally bright green, but they had turned black and cold and had the uneasy nature of a black hole. They narrow and stare directly into the depths of my soul.

"God, all the years I wasted on you trying to fix your stupid and idiotic behavior...all for you to end up dead anyway...You never learned your place, but...I'm sure as hell going to make sure you do before you die. So, tell me...Have you learned your lesson?" He asks me.

I couldn't talk any more and I was in so much pain, my body had gone numb. I prayed in that moment my eyes would stop working or I would just die because the look on his face was the most frightening thing I could see while my life ended slowly and painfully.

However...I had come this far and not put up with his shit...Why should I treat this any differently? I couldn't let him have this last satisfying moment. I needed to show him I was willing to die to protect my pride and confidence.

I shake my head 'no' as best as I could and maybe it was the blood or maybe they really did, but his eyes turn red as he holds the knife to my chest and presses slowly and forcefully. The cold metal pierces my skin, goes through my flesh, and cracks my other ribs apart. He twists and carves a hole in my skin as I hold his hands that grip the knife, struggling to feel anything but pain. I was starting to black out when I feel the metal go into my heart and cause one last shock to my body. I feel my whole body go cold and my vision start to blur and blacken. I was dying...

With one last attempt to speak, I look at him and try to say, "Y-You are going...str-straight to...hell..." I squint and feel the blood fill my lungs. He gives one final life ending blow to my face and-