Dead Girls Diary

Chapter Four.

   Chase and I left the park about an hour ago. Now we are standing at his front porch.

  "Thanks.... Katy Kat" he mocked, but in the flirty way. I smiled, pulling back a strand of hair behind my ear. It was fun hanging out with him. We talked about everything, and he understood most of what I was saying. 

  "You're welcome Chase. But if you ever call me that again, I just might have to kill you." I joked, he gave me a hug goodbye and then went inside to house.

Funny thing is he didn't live far from me, so I didn't dread the walk home like I thought I would. I began walking, but every five seconds this earge for something kept popping up in my head. I ignored it for a while, unil it just kept getting stronger.

I stopped in my tracks, noticing an old couple a few feet away from me. Every step they took I had thirst for something that just got harder and harder to ignore. Next thing I knew, my head was getting fuzzy as though I was in a twister, just spinning and spinning.

   Then everything blank.

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"OH MY GOD!!! SOMEONE HELP, PLEASE!" I awoken to the screams of someone crying. I wiped my eyes, noticing my vision a little blurry. Once I regained full eyesight, I looked around , not knowing what the hell happened.

  I spotted the old man, laying in a pool of blood and his throat hipped out and the woman above him crying her eyes out. Her hands covered in blood. My eyes widened with fear, running over to her, she started screaming more.

"Get away! Please! I beg you" she pleaded, a look of horror in her eyes. Poor woman, poor man was all I could think of. For some reason I didn't care what happened to the man, although I wanted to help.

  "Please, tell me what happened. Maybe I can help." I suggest, leaning down next to man on the ground.

  She looked at me, mixtures of confusion, anger, and fear in her eyes.

   "Don't you-u do-one e-enough." She hissed, slurring her words. That's when I realized, I did this. I looked down at my hands and the rest of my body, to find blood everywhere.

  I did this. I killed this man. why? How? I didn't, couldn't understand what was happening. I couldn't move in shock, I just kept my eyed in the poor old man, that I had ripped throat and life out of. The woman got up and pulled out a phone, I knew she was dialing 911. But I couldn't move to stop her, couldn't explain that I don't understand what happened and how or why I did this. That I don't even remember doing it.

But before she could pressed the button to call, a boy no older than eighteen, stepped in front of her.

  He looked into her eyes, as she did the same and spoke.

  "You will not speak of this. You will forget everything that just happened and only know that your husband is gone." As he finished his sentence, his voice dark and husky. The woman put her phone away and dried up her tears. "Good. Now go home." He demanded, and she listened.

He turned to me, his features gasping my attention fully. He had bleach blonde hair, the perfect jaw line, rosey red lips, a fit but perfect body figure-allowing the tight black T to encounter his muscles just right- but the one thing that stood out the most was his eyes. They were a shade mix of black and blue.

  He kneeled down next to me and smiled, as though this was the best day of his life. He put his hand on my right keg and began to talk.

   "Hello there Katherina, its my pleasure to finally meet you."

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A/N  Heyya! Sorry for the very very late update, been grounded so I couldn't write. But that's changing now.

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