Killer With A Heart

Prologue

I lay in my bed contemplating to get up or not, I grab my pillow and I cover my face with it and scream in desperation. I can't do this!

"Poppy do you mind!" My dad yells baring though my door.
"Do you mind! Get out! It's my room!" I yell moving the pillow from my face.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that, there is no escaping this so deal with it" He says bitterly before slamming my door shut.

I grab my pillow and throw it at my door. "Idiot" I murmur. I go to my draws and I push them in front of my door barricading them so no one can get in. I grab my hoodie and go to my window and quickly jump out and I run down the street knowing it won't be long till they figure out I've left. I take a sharp turn and I go crashing into someone.

"I'm so sorry" I say stepping back looking at the person who I just ran into.
"Poppy?" Mr Johnson says surprised to see me.
"Hi sir" I smile.

How awkward! My college teacher, out for a run at 7 in the morning... my bad...

"I've gotta get going" I smile.
"Try not to run into anyone else and I will see you later today" He chuckles.

I didn't know he lived so close by, I look at him jog away and I couldn't help but check him out, he is by far the hottest teacher at college, I mean look at him!

"You really think I'm that stupid" My dad says raising his eyebrow walking towards me.
"Fudge sake" I murmur.

"We're here till the end of the week which isn't long as for it's a Wednesday and were leaving to America whether you like it or not" My dad says in a tone that sets fear into me.

My dad pushes me forward and I start walking back to the house, the bitter chill in the air makes me tug on sleeves and wrap my arms around myself and my dad snorts in disgust and I roll my eyes and climb back up the side of the house into my window. I climb into my room and I push the draws back to where they were. I grab my bag for college and I make my way downstairs and stop when I hear muffled screams, my parents walk through the door with grins on their faces and I hide my disgust.


"Finish him off" My dad snarls.

I sigh and I walk into the basement and his eyes meet mine and I shut the door. 'Poppy don't let your feeling get in the way' I turn around and walk up to him and his eyes beg me to let him go. His blood trickles slowly trickles down his tinted cheeks. I bend down to his level and he is young, my age. I take the tape off of his mouth.

"P-please don't kill me" He cries.
"I...I'm sorry" I whisper.
"Please" He whispers.

My head drops and tears fall from my eyes and I look up at him and he shakes his head no.

"I'm sorry" I whisper.

I stand up and I put gloves on and I grab a knife and walk over to him and he thrashes around and I stand behind him.

"A beautiful girl like you, please...Let me go" He says looking up.
"I'm not beautiful" I whisper.
"Poppy hurry up! You're not there to be friends with him!" My dad bangs on the door.

I bite my lip and put the sharp bloodied knife to his delicate neck.

"Please forgive me" I kiss his forehead and I close my eyes and slice his neck as fast as I could, I could feel the knife slowly go into his neck and pull and cut through all the veins and it is a force I hate the most. I untie his legs and his wrists and he flops forward. I grab a black bag and split it in half and wrap it around his body so I don't get blood on my clothes as I flit him from the chair.

I place him on the floor and I move his hair from his eyes and I close is open eyes with my fingers and my eyes gaze down his lifeless body and a tear trickles on to his cheek and something buzzes and I reach into his pocket and the phone call ends and his background is a photo with him and someone who looks like his younger sister and a voicemail comes in. I use his thumb to unlock his phone and listen to it.

'Hi Jack, will you be back soon? I've gotta leave for college and Mia really needs you, she won't stop crying...Anyway we love you and I will hopefully see you soon'

I hastily stand up and drop his phone on the floor and wipe my tears and put the knife back and take the gloves off and run up the stairs and leave the basement and I grab my bag and my parents go to speak to me and I storm out of the house and my parents call after me but I ignore them. I'm left alone with thoughts and that is something I don't want...