Bloody Valentine

Chapter Three

Emily died that night. And he sent me the video. I broke and cried for hours after that. The next day when I walked into school everybody stared at me and whispered. I clench my jaw trying to keep myself from crying. "Hey I heard what happened." Emmett says softly walking up to me and just hugging me. I hug him back tightly. "He told me someone close to me will be next. I just didn't think he'd actually do it." I whimper quietly. "Who told you that?" Emmett asks. "The killer. He's been harassing me since the first murder. He told me I'm the center of it all and its all of my moms fault and I don't understand anything that's going on."
"Did you tell the police?" He asks shocked. "Yea but I don't give them updates. He doesn't want me giving much information. He's watching me." "You shouldn't be here today." He mumbles. "Iris are you okay?" I hear Rebecca, Max, Koda, Dylan, and Katherine ask softly. Dylan and Kat aren't around as much as Rebecca, Max, Koda, and Emily because they studied hard and had sports meanings most mornings. I move out of Emmett's embrace and turn towards them. "Yea I'm okay." I say. "They filled us in on the texts. How you holding up?" Dylan and Kat whisper. I walk away and go straight to class.
I talked to a few people throughout the day and talked to teachers. I was forced to see the counceler during lunch and I didn't even eat. After seeing all of the deaths as it happened I didn't really have an appetite. He was torturing me and that's why he keeps sending these videos. I wanted him to stop. I wanted all this to stop. I'm going to stay strong through this and I'm going to find him and catch him. He's dead when he gets to me. When I see him in person and he's near I was going to end his life the way he ended Emily's. It was going to be gruesome and I'm going to enjoy slicing open his body and letting him die in pain. My mind thinks like his. Like any serial killers mind. I think of pain as I slice open my victims. I think of torturing and blood. But I've never acted on it. I might be a physcho and might sound like a serial killer but sometimes its best that way. You can survive a masked murderer if you think like him. I might go to prison for life but at least I would've stopped more killings.
I didn't go to the police station like I normally do after school. I just went straight home and got to work on homework. Around five there was a knock on my front door. I tense and glance at my phone. My phone chimed and I got a text saying 'open the door. Its freezing cold and I'm getting wet'. It was an unknown number. I pick up my phone and hit call. "Come on." I automatically hear Emmett whine from the other line. I relax and sigh. "Its just you." I say relieved and heading downstairs. "Who'd you think I was? The masked killer?" He teases and I tense. "Em that's not funny." I say annoyed. "Who said it was Emmett?" He said and I freeze with my hand on the lock. I look through the peephole to see nobody there.
"Emmett this isn't funny." I say harshly. "No need to be harsh. Just open the door." He says. "No way in hell." I hiss and hang up. There was knocking again at the door and I look through the peephole to see Emmett standing there with an annoyed look and wet. I unlock the door and open it. "Thought you said no way in hell you were opening the door." He snaps coming in. "I thought you were him until you showed your face." He gets big eyed. "I'm so sorry I forgot." He says guiltily and I shrug. We spend the evening going over our lines and just hanging out and when dinner time came we ate pizza as we talked to my mother.
I stayed up late texting the killer. The weird thing? It wasn't about the murders. He wanted to know about me so I told him to keep him happy and asked a few things myself. He actually seemed pretty nice when you take out the killings. I didn't know how or why but I started to feel a connection with him. I didn't get any sleep because of texting him. And he didn't want anybody knowing about our bonding session. I agreed because that would be sort of suspicious if I told someone I was bonding with the killer. He called himself my bloody Valentine. Since he's the killer and it all started on valentines day.