Let Love Bleed Red ~Creepypasta~

Running

If you saw me, would you have stopped?

I sat at the top of my steps with my fists clenched and tears in my eyes. Thirteen… Fourteen… Fifteen, that makes Sixteen stabs in her chest. The blood spilling all over the floor wasn't much help either. Her face was a gray-blue tint and her body was motionless. My father plunged the kitchen knife in her chest one last time before he set her body down on the floor.

“…M-Mom?” I whispered to myself.

I heard my father slowly creeping up the stairs. I quickly stood up, wiped the makeup off my face and hurried into my room. As I carefully locked my door I grabbed my orange hoodie and looked into the mirror. I was such a skinny girl but, I knew how to fight. I pushed my black hair out of my face and just before I was about to leave, I heard a knock at my door.

“Emma, can I come in? There is something we need to discuss.” my dad said. I froze and my heart started beating fast. Does he really think I want to talk to him? How is he going to explain this? He'll probably just lie.

I never actually liked my dad. When I was younger he would hit me and treat me like shit. He would scream at me and tell me how insignificant I was. He always wanted a son. That’s beside the matter right now. My dad knocked but louder this time. It was more of a pounding. I ignored his call for me and slowly climbed out of my window. My room is on the second floor so I fell on the ground and stumbled to my feet. The only place I knew was safe was my best friend Ian’s house. I sprinted the entire three blocks to his house. I desperately knocked on his door praying he was home. Thankfully, he opened the door and I bolted inside.

“Sure, you can come in. That’s cool.” Ian chuckled.

“Dude, this isn't time to joke. I-I don’t know what to do. … Can I stay here until I calm down?” I said nervously.

Ian walked closer to me and asked, “You’re always welcome here but, what happened? Have you been crying?”

I put my hands in my pockets and paced around the room. “Uh, maybe a little. Ian, if I tell you something you have to swear not to tell anyone.”

I knew he could keep a secret but, it’s not every day you tell your friend that one of your parents has been murdered. “Come on, you know you can tell me anything. Lay it on me, I can handle it.” he said while trying to look tough.         I rolled my eyes and began to tell him what happened.                                   “There is no easy way to say this….. I just witnessed my mother being murdered.” I blurted out.                                                                       Ian’s eyes widened and he stuttered “What! She was killed? Who did it? We need to call the police! What are you doing here? Go home and help her!”

“Calm the fuck down! I didn't come here just so you could tell me to call the police. I can’t call them, not yet.”

Ian stared at me and screamed, “Are you insane? Your poor mother is lying breathless on the floor and you won’t even call the damn police? Well if you aren't going to, I will!”

I grabbed his arm and yelled “Stop saying crap I already know! I’ll call 911 eventually but there is something I need to take care of first.”

I let go of him and ran outside. “Well, that was pointless.” I thought to myself. I started sprinting back to my house. My dad and I still have unfinished business.