Fatal Lullaby

Fatal Nightmares

Sweating I wake up. The first thing I see is blue sky. The wind blowing the grass onto my face tickling it. It was so peaceful. Not wanting to interrupt the feeling I sat up, and looked around. I was in a meadow, you know one of those meadows where it's lush green grass and beautiful flowers. This meadow is deeper into the forest, one or two miles away from school.

I don't remember getting here. I probably just wandered around aimlessly not knowing where I was going, and fell asleep. I shivered as I remembered I had another nightmare, but can't remember anything about it. Shaking off my nerves I start heading to school. I take out my phone and look at the time. I have ten minutes before the assembly ends. That's enough.

Ten minutes later I arrive at school only to see caution tape, surrounding part of the forest. Confused I see Mindy the schools biggest mouth and ask her what's going on.

"Oh, apparently, Chanel was murdered." She whispers with her eyes wide and worried for herself. This is all to much. There has been too many killings. And if this person is so far killing all the populars does that mean I'm safe? Or maybe he or she is killing all the people she or he hates, and I'm next. Because for some reason everyone seems to hate me.

It's giving me a headache.

"Does this mean that the serial killer is in this school?" I ask Mindy. She shrugs.

"I don't know. I think the FBI isn't telling us so we don't freak out."

"Smart move," I mutter under my breathe. Teachers are gesturing that we head inside but everybody still stays where they are, awestruck. Screw this, I'm not sticking around so the serial killer can massacre everybody right now. I head around the school not wanting to head inside just wanting to go home. I stop on my tracks when I hear voices.

"How can there be no evidence?!" I heard a masculine voice boom.

"I-I'm sorry sir bu-but there is only the signs of the case number four file. It is the same person, so it has been officially a serial killer," A scared voice says. I could've told him that.

I plaster myself agaisnt the wall. "No shit! But who?! I want you to go and find suspects right now!" The masculine voice commands.

"Ye-yes sir!" The scared voice says, and I can hear him scatter away. So there really is a serial killer. But who? I don't know why i'm thinking about this, when it's not my problem, it's the FBI's. I sigh and finally head home.

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When I arrive it's cold and silent. Like usual. My mom doesn't come home till night, and my dad abandoned us when i was seven. Didn't want to 'Be with my mother, and raise a freak of a daughter.' He said that, I accidently overheard my parents fighting one night. Then the next day he left without saying good-bye to me. Not that I care anymore.

I drop my backpack on the ground and head to the kitchen. I open the fridge. There's nothing here like usual. I grab money from the counter and head outside. My mom always leaves money in case there's not food, because she comes home late. I don't want to eat junk food so i head to the Safeway a couple blocks away.