The Killer's Girl (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 3- Shoved in a Bag

Iris's P.O.V.

Two weeks later, I took my brother in to be checked out by a therapist. I asked him what was wrong with my brother, and he responded with  "Nothing we can figure out or trace, but he isn't normal. I'll do what I can, but that isn't too much. I'm sorry."

I shook my head and went in to find my brother. I took his hand and paid at the counter for the therapy session. Why the fuck did I have to pay for a useless session? It's like paying for a broken toy.

Sighing, I looked at him, worry clouding my eyes as we walked home.

"I wish Jeff would quit being a bully. He also wanted me to tell you that 'You have a nice ass.' " he sighed.

I knew that Jeff was now real, but I was still worried because of some of the things my brother would do, such as scream in the middle of his sleep like he was being murdered. Sometimes, he'd talk in his sleep about not wanting Jeff to hurt us. And then there was the fact that he said things like "He also wanted me to tell you that 'You have a nice ass.' " I know he was speaking for the guy, Jeff, but it was still creepy.

I mean, this is a little kid. Why the fuck is this little kid talking about my ass? To add to the creepiness factor, it was a little kid that was related to me.

We got home and got back into our routine of doing random shit until my dick of a dad makes me cook dinner for him and the skank. After my hand was burned pretty bad, my dad growled in annoyance and told  me to let him do it. I decided to go upstairs and turn my radio on.

I know it sounds fucking stupid, but I loved to sing. Anyone that would say "You'll never make it, what's the point?" Or "You have no talent." would be punched in the face. I've been suspended twice now for doing that. It was totally worth it. My plan isn't to make it big anyway. Can't a bitch just enjoy fucking singing?

I turned the radio on to find that it was playing "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men. I smirked to myself.. I loved this song.

"I don't like walking around this old and empty house." I sang along with the radio.

"So hold my hand and walk with me, my dear." sang another voice. It was rough, creepy, not pleasant sounding. I screamed and looked around. I went under my bed and grabbed my baseball bat.

"If there's some peeping tom down there, I'm going to beat your goddamn head in!" I threatened. Nothing. I kept my grip on the bat. "I'll beat your ass!" I growled. Again, nothing.

After I calmed my tits and placed the bat on the floor, I sat back down. I was positive that there was another voice, singing with the radio.

I relaxed again and sang to a few more songs with the radio. Nothing else happened and I didn't hear anymore voices singing along with me, so I just decided to assume that it was my mind playing tricks on me. There was no other explanation, after all.

I finally decided it was time for me to get some sleep, so went into the bathroom, stripped my clothes off, and started up my shower. I started the water and let out a relieved sigh as warm water began to pour on to me.

I moaned in pleasuee. It felt so nice to see the dirt and sweat rinse off. I began to lather my scalp with a banana scented shampoo, then with a blueberry scented conditioner. It felt nice as though the water cleansed away all of my issues.

I used the bar of soap to cleanse the rest of my body and stepped out of the shower. My towel was right by the shower, so I grabbed it and wrapped it around my body and walked to my room.

I dropped it to the floor, exposing my nude body to the cold as fuck air and rushed to put some clothes on. The millisecond I dropped the towel, I thought I heard someone making some... Noises. Was someone jacking off to me?! What the fuck?! I chose a blue shirt and mixed it with some sweat pants as quick as I could.

When I realized I forgot underpants, I slowly stood, then threw my pants down and slipped on some briefs. Jumping back to my bed, I  slid undercovers. No more rosie-palms.

Tired, I rested my head against the pillow, only to I sit up when I realized that I should check on my brother. My eyelids felt like shutting, but I held them up as wide as I could. I looked like a fucking owl. Peeking on AJ, I saw that he was fine and asleep in his bed. I came in and kissed his little forehead, then went back out.

Once more, I slid into bed. I shut my eyes and felt myself drift off into sleep. It was a peaceful sleep but something didn't feel right. I felt a tingling deep in my chest, like something was going to go horribly, terribly wrong. My women's intuition was going off.

At one point in the night, I thought that there was a presence watching me, so I opened my eyes to see a shadow lurking over me. I screamed and felt them grab me.

"Fuck you!" I punched whatever it was with my good hand and it let out a yelp. I kicked it hard as it fell. "Ha! You're my bitch!" I laughed in a cocky tone, only to have it kick the burned hand. I cried out loudly in pain.

Suddenly, I felt whatever it was I was holding down overpower me and slip away. The figure then pulled something out: A bag. I was then shoved into the bag.

"Let me out, now!" I screamed, shaking and clawing at the bag. I heard my father come upstairs and throw my door open. The figure ran with me in the bag and jumped out my open fucking window.

Yeah, that's right. I went out a window in a bag. My father (At least, I'm hoping) looked out the window and tried to go after me and the figure. I let out a scream as I felt myself hear a painful buzzing noise and I became very nauseous. Then, I blacked out.