You know how when you first wake up in the morning you dont know where you are and what recently happened in the last few hours? Well as I woke up this morning, searching for the coolness of my pillow I realized I had no idea where I was. I want to open my eyes and see but I am to comfortable. And I dont want to wake up, I could feel bright, harsh sunlight poring through a window. For some reason, sunny days like that made me want to crawl under a rock and sleep for an eternity.
I blink, then all the memories of earlier form into place. The party, Julie, chaos, sleeping at Bridgett's. Confused? Well, last night as always on the first day of summer brake, Bridgett Edwards had a huge party at her parents mansion. The giant house sat on the edge of town and was the perfect place for having wild parties like the one she throws.
It's also the perfect place for killing someone.
Julie Monrow was killed in the shed of Bridgett's late last night. The party was still raging but everyone knew from the trail of blood that it needed to end. No one knows who did it or why. All we know is that Julie was brutaly killed and that the whole town needed to be careful.
It was around one when the party ended so I was not looking forward to leaving the house seeing as a killer was on the loose. So Bridgett's mom called mine and they arranged for it to be okay. Which I was thankful for considering I had my fair share of killers. Even though mine was my Uncle.
I look over and Bridgett was sitting up watching Youtube on her IPad. I stretch, enjoying the feeling of the pillows on my head. The covers on my arms and legs. Then I sigh, seeing as I would have to leave. "Hi," I say to her pushing away the addictive covers and standing up to get a better stretch.
"Look whose up," She responds not taking her eye off the screen.
"Should I go?" I ask pulling on my over size t-shirt over my tank.
"I would say yes, because it's Saturday and I have napping to do." Pause for laughter. I oblige and giggle. "But theres a killer on the loose." I shrugg. Whats the chance that the killer will go after me? I pull on my mocs then wave goodbye. Bridgett, with her platnium blonde hair and hazel eyes, smiles brightly after me and waves. I grab my bag and take out the car keys within.
Driving home I cant help but be parinoid. I look over my shoulder a bunch full and when my phone rings I nearly pee myself. "Hello?" I call into it.
"Sarah?" Ugh. Beckem.
"What do you want?" I ask him speeding slightly.
"Just to talk." Simply. I had broken up with him but he wont let it go. He's basically stalking me. If I go to a coffee house with friends I find him there saying, "Wow, whats the coincidence that we find each other." He'll call nonstop and text durning class. At first it was annoying but now I'm getting creeped out.
"Well, I dont want to talk to you." I hear him give out a sigh. I couldnt tell if it was a angry one or a sad one. Or both.
"C'mon Sarah-"
"Bye!" I hang up. To be honest I hated dating him. And braking up with Beckem was the best thing I have ever done. Now I had my eyes on someone else. But for the moment Trey Chores was taken, so my chance would have to wait. When I get home I hear a rustle in my trunk. I pause at my porch. Another rustle. I sigh, and pop the trunk. When I open it it I expect to find nothing in there. I expect to find it like the way I left it. But instead I find something that will scar me for the rest of my life.
In the trunk lay Julie's dead body, cut to bits. Her phone had been the rustling, it was vibrating. One new text. I look at Julie, blood is all over my car but her eyes are still open. Her face is relaxed like she just dipped herself in a hot tub. But then you look at the rest of her, her arms are layed across her chest. And her legs are at weird angles.
Tears pour out of my eyes. I knew she was dead and I had begun to accept it, but now her dead body hacked into peices lay at my feet. In my own car! The phone vibrates again and I grab it, avoiding any blood.
You Next.
I drop the phone. This wasnt like last time is it? This time, it's real.
