Why Me?

Chapter 3

You may be a little lost. My name is Alana and I am now 19. I'm the same girl from the beginning of the story...I have simply, changed.

Millie and I have just arrived at the party and the music is already blasting. There are already people having a hard time walking.

"I'm going to go get a drink!" Millie yelled over the music. I gave her a simple nod and she walked away.

Millie is my room mate. She is also one of my closest friends. Ally is no longer in my picture of friends. She simply said she was done helping me and she was gone. I don't care though. I'm way better without her.

"Hey babbeee" a drunk guy slurred.

"Walk away" I warned.

He saw my look at sulked away.

I scanned over the crowd to find todays victim.

Ahhh, there he is. Hmm he looks like he is having fun. I don't like it. He should be locked up. Crying. Begging for mercy. But, no, he is here, laughing, having a good time.

"Girl! Jason is looking at you!" Millie squealed, I winced at the high pitch of her voice. "Let him ;), oh and thanks for hurting my ear" I chuckled. "No problem! Omg Ryan is staring at me! Do I look good?" Millie questioned me. "You look fabulous. Now go talk to him! Use protection!" I yelled as she walked away, she blushed a light pink color. Then she turned and walked away.

Blake. Blake Stern is my target. He cornered me a couple times and beat me. Now he will pay.

He was currently shagging some blonde girl in the upstairs room. He was trashed. So I don't have to worry about him remembering me.

~15 minutes later~

Blake came stumbling down the stairs with the blondie behind him. They went there separate ways.

Blake walked to his car and I stopped him.

"Heyyyy Alllanzaaa" He said, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Wouldn't want to drive drunk would you?" I asked sweetly.

"You want to drive me?" He asked shocked. "Yea, I would hate to see you get hurt" I said smirking.

He quickly agreed and we got in my car and I drove to his house.

-At Blake's house-

I let him get out of the car and enter his house. I pulled out my wig that was hidden under my seat and put it on. I put on a face mask that transformed my face into someone completely different. I took off my high heels and put on my black converse. I took off my shirt and put on a black tank top. Then I put on my gloves.

I grabbed my clutch and walked out.

I was silently walking up the stairs when a stair croaked under me.

"Isss sommeeone t there?" Blake said stepping into the hallway. He turned away and thats when I slammed him into a wall.

I grabbed my pocketknife from my clutch, with the other hand pinning him to the wall. "Surprise".

He pushed me back, pinning me against the wall. I kneed him in his groin making him bend down in pain. I then kicked him square in the chest making him fall to the floor. I then proceeded to kick him in the gut, repeatedly. I then grabbed him by his collar and threw him to the wall.

"Please! Don't hurt me!" He begged.

"Thats the same thing I told you! You got yourself in this position! If you tell anyone about me, I will spill every assault you did! Then I will kill you! Got it?!" I said in a low voice.

He quickly nodded his head. I let him go.

Blake's POV

She let me go. Wow. Ha lame! She can't even fight!

"What are you smirking at?" She snapped.

"You. You come in here so tough and do nothing. Pathetic. If you wanted me you should have just told me babe" I said pulling her closer to me.

She pushed me away and glared at me.

"I never said I was finished. I can easily end you. Right here. Right now."

I glanced her up and down. She was sexy. I pulled her into a kiss and she slapped me and pushed me.

I smirked and winked at her. "You like it rough, eh?" I said and she gave me a disgusted look.

She roundhouse kicked me, flinging me into the wall. She grabbed me by my collar and threw me into my mirror.

The glass pierced into my skin making me yell in pain. Blood was trickling down my arms and legs. She grabbed a piece of broken glass and dragged it across my forehead.

I screamed and she put a cloth in my mouth to shut me up.

"Do you feel the pain?! Do you feel that?! You waste of air! Answer me damn it!" She yelled.

I whimpered and nodded. She smirked and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled thing it was over.

Seconds later I was being dragged down the hallway and she stopped.

"Blake stern will feel the pain. Nothing can save him from the evil." She recited and the poem sent chills down my back.

I stood stiff and still. Scared for her next movement.

I felt a searing pain in my back and I fell down the stairs.

Alana's POV

I stabbed my knife deep into his back and his body went flyind down the stairs. His limp body laying there.

I walked down stairs and grabbed my red lipstick and wrote a W on the floor next to him. He also had a lipstick stain on his face.

I removed my pocketknife from his back and wiped all the blood off of it using his shirt. I then pulled off my gloves and put it in a small bag and into my clutch.

I smiled and pulled off my mask. Then my wig. I grabbed my clutch and walked out of his house and made sure no one saw me.

I got in my car and drove away.

~25 minutes later~

"Someone will die. If you don't go there right now, they will die" I gave them the address and hung up. I called 911 on a pay phone and used a voice modifier to tell them the details.

I got in my car and left before the cops would come and trace the pay phone I have used.

~At home~

Blake Stern done. Jeremy Turn. Next.

These chapter are short but they will get longer if i get more votes and comments! Love ya and thx for reading!