The darkest of fate

'The darkness around me brought me to my fate, fate of what's coming...' "Scarlet Raven Alison, Pay attention!" Screamed my 'father,' giving me some stupid lecture. I never believed thats he's my father.

He's always abusing me, pissing me off and leaving 'mom'.

Both were never there. They just don't care. I walked out of the dining room to my room upstairs. "You get back down here-" I closed the door in the middle of his sentence and sat down lazily on my soft black bed.

"Fuck my life." Was all I could say. I went over to my desk and took out my drawing book. Drawings of what ever I could imagine. Over the years I've gotten better. I laid on my bed and started to draw. I was always interested in masks, swords and weaponry. One of my favourite weapons was the bow, or a knife.

I had some in my room...just in case.. you see, There's 'murderers' around here, I've always been carful to bring a knife.. or two.( ^3^) to school and getting stuff, so I don't get raped or anything. t(-.-)t fuck you rapists.

When I looked at by drawing, I saw someone standing, he had a bloody white sweater and black jeans, he had a knife, and a wicked cut in smile facing the window.. shit. You see, some times my drawing 'come to life'. I quickly put my stuff away and went to the window. No one, good.

I went over to my computer that I bought and searched about the killer, Turns out his name is Jeff. I looked back at the drawing. His smile.. its... beautiful. I smiled slightly more at the picture.

I turned off my computer for the night and jump failed onto my bed. slowly falling to the dark abyss of sleep....

I woke, my eyes wide open looked around the room. I felt colder. I lazily, but quietly got up, the window was open.

I could have sworn... I closed the window, with slight suppuration. I heard light steps coming from behind the door.

It wouldn't be Ken, he's asleep. Ken is my 'dads' name.

Then I remembered. Oh hell naw, Im not dieing ta night!

I thought.

I quickly took action, getting a 'few' knives and my bow. I walked to my window and opened it, climbing onto the roof with a smirk. I sat right above from were my bed was in my room. I heard the door open, loud steps vibrated the roof.

"Go to sleep..." A male, raspy voice said from inside the house. I quietly crawled over to the edge of the roof, to we're my window was. I peered in, do to the full, bright moon, I could see him perfectly, well, his back. a white hood-blood spattered and black jeans.

My eyes widened. Oh, my god.. He pulled off the covers of the bed, to see I wasn't there. his head turned to my nightstand.

My drawings.. And the picture of Jeff was on top. He took the book in his hand, to get a better look, using the full moon light to see.

He noticed the darkness in the room, my heads shadow. he looked at me with that fucking smile. shit... He carefully put the book down, and put his full attention on me. Shit.... He pulled out a knife. "you remind me of my brother... i'll take my time with you." He chuckled, walking closer.

I lifted myself up, getting back up onto the roof. I dashed to around the roof, trying not to fall and trying to figure out were Im going.