Addison's Loss and Love

~I've wanted to write a story for awhile now and this is my first one so let me know what you think.~

I let out a contented sigh. It was so peaceful here, there wasn't a single noise aside from the sound of leaves swooshing in the wind. I wish I could lay here forever but I knew we had to get home even though are parents were away for the weekend. They said it was a buisness trip but we all knew they just wanted some "alone time". Gross.

"Aly we should get home, its already getting dark." I said sadly.

My twin sister shot me an annoyed look. "Ten minutes. Okay?" I wasn't going to argue, I enjoyed being out here as much as she did. We were laying in the large field by our house. We always came here and just talked it was nice. It was always peaceful and quiet.

"Hey Add, did you notice the new neighbor?" Allison had a sly look on her face that made me extremley wary.

"No...why?" I asked unsure if I actually wanted to know the answer.

She grinned "Hes hot. Like really hot and hes our age too." I immeditley relaxed. Out of the two of us Aly was the outgoing one and went from one guy to the next quickly. She liked a new guy atleast once a week. Me on the other hand, well I'm extremly shy and probably wouldn't have any friends if Aly didn't force me to hangout with her and her friends. I just didn't have the courage to start a conversation with anyone. As for guys, I've never even been kissed. Aly and I are total opposites, well looks aside, but we're inseperable. Shes always been my bestfriend and always will be.

"So when are you going to ask him out?" I asked curiously, she was always extremely forward and didn't bother waiting for the guy to ask her out.

She smirked at me making me instantly aprhensive. "Actually your going to ask him out tomorrow." She stated confidently. 

"Me?" I spluttered, shocked. Was she crazy?

She rolled her eyes. "Yes you. Don't be such a baby. He's cute and totally your type. Your asking him out." She stated as if it were final.

"Its gotten really dark we should head back now." I hinted desperatly, she always managed to convince me to do things I didn't want to do and I'd prefer that didn't happen this time so I had to change the subject, and fast.

She sighed and pushed herself to her feet. "I guess your right."

We walked home in a comfortable silence and I couldn't help but wonder about our new neighbor. Aly understood my comfort zone well and didn't usually push me to do things I wasn't comfortable with unless she was positive it would be good for me. I remember I use to be terrified of the water, then one day while I was standing by the pool Aly pushed me in and I discovered I loved the water. I've gone swimming every morning after that incident three years ago. Maybe she's right and I should get to know him...I mean it couldn't hurt right?

When we got to our three story house I noticed the trach can and its contents had been spilt across the concrete. I told Aly I'd be inside in a minute the proceded in cleaning up the mess with my nose wrinkled in disgust the entire time. My heart stopped momentarily as I heard something heavy hit the floor hard. Maybe Aly dropped something?

I rushed up the front steps as quietly as I could, I had a terrible gut feeling that something was wrong.

 

~Allison's POV~

Addison let out an agravated sigh as she noticed the spilt trash and told me she'd meet me inside.

I sauntered up the front steps in a good mood because of our new neighbor, Tyson. He seemed sweet and he was really hot. I would go after him myself but he seemed like he'd be perfect for Addison, if only she'd stop being so shy. I swung the front door open and entered the living-room.

My eyes widened as a hand roughly clamped over my mouth. I tried to scream but the hand muffled the sound.

The man made a disaproving noise. "No one was suppose to be home. Such a shame we have to kill someone as young and pretty as you." His voice sent a shudder of terror down my spine as I started to fruitlessly struggle against him.

A sharp pain pierced my stomach and a fell to the floor as blinding pain consumed me. I clutched my stomach and felt warm liquid coat my hands. My blood. The pain was excruciating and I could feel seemingly endless amounts of blood pour from my stab wound. I could feel my energy draining by the second. My eyelids fluttered closed of their own accord and with great difficulty I pried them back open. I felt exhausted and I didn't know why. How did I get so tired? All I wanted to do was go to sleep but now was not the time.

"Aly!?" Addison's trembling voice called.

My energy was rapidly disappearing and I couldn't even manage to look her way. I opened my mouth to speak but I coughed as soon as my lips parted and felt more warm liquid splatter across my face. My eyelids once again fluttered close and this time I couldn't even attempt to open them.

 

~Addison's POV~

I opened the frontdoor silently and without bothering to close it I crept into the livingroom where I figured Aly would be.

A horrifying sight met my eyes. There Aly layed eyes closed and her hands grasping her stomach with blood seeping through her fingers.

"Aly!?" I cried, voice trembling.

She coughed as blood spurted from her mouth as her eyes closed. I rushed to her side ignoring the knife that laid beside her and the burly man with a sardonic smirk on his face. I noted quickly he seemed psychotic and looked like a robber.

"Aly wake up!" I demanded shaking her shoulders lightly. She didn't move.

"Allison open your eyes!" I sobbed with tears down my face as my frame shook with my sobs. This time when I shook her shoulder it was none too gently. Still she didn't budge. Hesitantly I put my fingers to her neck to search for a pulse. There was none.

That was when I felt it. An uncontrollable rage building in the pit of my stomach. To say I was furious would be an understatment. 

I grabbed the knife that took Aly's life and lept to my feet and spun on my heel to face the guy who stole my bestfriend's life, the guy who killed my sister. I had a steely grip on the knife causing my knuckles to go white.

He just stood there, a bored expression his face as if this happened everyday. I glanced at Aly, he should be dead not her. I know I can't bring her back but maybe I can put him where he belongs. Hell.

With that thought in mind I lunged for him, knife in hand.