the serial killer [h.s]

5.

i woke up with a headache, and i'm feeling like i've been hit a thousand times. i tried to rub my eyes but then again my hands were tied and it freaking hurts like hell.
i had tears in my eyes, i was literally so stupid. how could i have thought that i'm going to knock down a serial killer? by the way, a serial killer who is the best in the country. i knew that i shouldn't be afraid and should face my destiny but i couldn't help it my body was shaking and i tried to fight the tears in my eyes so hard. while i was deep in my thoughts i heard footsteps and fuck fuck fuck i just realised that i'm going to die and there's no way out. but then again, why was i alive? i should've probably comitted suicide. i was thinking of it everyday and everytime but i promised to myself that i would do it after my revenge. but i guess it's not worth it anymore.

the footsteps were getting closer and closer until i finally heard the keys and there she was standing, that psycho bitch smirking at me like she just won an award. she was getting closer and closer and she looked me right in the eyes.

"you don't know how much i wanna kill you right now."

"then do it."

"do you think that i would ask normally? lmao. it's just that i don't have any family member or close friend so i can send them the letter."

"because you killed them all."

"outch. anyways you're gonna stay here until i figure something out but you're gonna die anyways just not today, don't get too excited."

"i have my mom. you can kill me now."

"i know that dumbass. who do you think i am? but your mom doesn't care and i need someone who cares if you die or naaah."

i looked down, what hurts me more is that she was right. my mom couldn't care less if i die or not, it's been 5 years since i last saw her and i'm 21. when i went to see her she told me that she will never love me and that me being born was one of her biggest mistakes.

"well, i don't have anyone besides gemma and zayn whom by the way are dead beca-"

"because of me blabla we know the usual speech and let me tell you something i don't regret it one freaking second."

"of course you don't. you're just a heartless bitch."

"just because i can't kill you doesn't mean i can't torture you."

"go ahead, it's not like i care."

and then she left the room and locked the door and i'm freaking starving i don't know for how many hours i've been here but it feels like days. i think she's gonna starve me or something she always do that to her victims from what i've read. even if i try to deny it, deep down i know that i'm really scared of what she will do to me.

three hours have passed and i'm still sitting here in the same position. suddenly i heard yelling and loud noises and it all just kind of stopped, i feel the footsteps getting closer again and my heartbeat is beating faster, K comes in but this time she's not alone. she's carrying someone on her shoulders, a girl. she grabs the chair and ties her, the girl is sleeping or whatever but i can see the tears. K looked at me with the biggest smirk ever.

" you know that you're so lucky right now? some people would kill to be at
in your place right now."

"yes, some people would absolutely kill to be in this position held down by a serial killer who killed their family."

"yeah nevermind you can keep your sassy comments to yourself. that's my job."

"they're not sassy comments they're facts." and this time it was me smirking at her, maybe i should show her that i'm not afraid even though i am.

"you're just like your sister, both of you are loud, oh i forgot she was loud. zayn was so much easier."

and she just hit that fucking spot i feel like my veins are gonna come out i want to kill her so fucking bad i hate her i hate her i hate her.

"that's what i thought."
she laughs and should i say that it was a beautiful sound but it feels like my ears are gonna explose.
"anyways get back to where we were. the girl who's going to keep you company for the next 2 days is lindsey gerard don't get too attached i'm guaranting you 100% she will die. the main thing here is that i'm not gonna torture you physically but mentally. you'll get to see all the things i'll do to her since you're vip. you're also gonna help me writing the letter. anyways i highly recommend you to take a deep breath, tomorrow's gonna be harsh. i'm leaving you the night so you can mentally rest."

the sparkles in her eyes were showing was she really that proud of her work? just before i could say something she interrupted me again.

"nah bitch you thought, i just never work the 1st day." 

"i won't be watching."

she gets closer and closer and grabs me by my chin.

"oh trust me babe you will."

"you're a freaking psycho."

"water is wet." and just like that she just leaves the room.