"Ma'am! Are you alright?!" said the female police officer to me. I blankly stared ahead at the sight of all the blood and guts that devored my once well-loved home. It all had gone to shit because of some sick bastard. Emotions raced through my mind and the same kind of adrenaline pumped through my veins. I was angry. I was angry that I didn't do anything to stop it. I was angry that my mothers last words was her screaming my name. "MA'AM!" Yelled the police officer in such a brutal manner that it almost made me fall down. "I'm-I'm sorry.. I just— can't really think straight.." I said with a trembling voice. In my mind, I thought I was fine enough to talk, but I guess I really was scared shitless deep down..
By the time the officers finished asking me questions, they recommended that I went to therapy to see if I had PTSD. It's BS. I couldn't believe my mother was dead. I can't fathom how any other human being would want to hurt anyone this way. BUZZZZ! BUZZZZ! My phone went off and it was the ring tone that meant I had received a message. I sighed and pulled out my phone.
Hello Heather. No hard feelings for what happened to your mother? Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from.
My eyes filled with tears as I read the text message. They scanned the text over and over again as if I was studying for a big exam. I ran out of the police department quite easily, since I was close to the exit doors, and ran into my car, starting it immediately. I drove all the way to my friend Hope's house. I needed to talk to her about this ASAP.
(I really like how this is getting along! I'll start posting daily if I can! Thank you for reading!)
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ring. || "scream" story.
KorkuHigh school student Heather Riggs has witnessed many brutal things throughout her life. Now, she struggles with relationships, sex, social status, and a serial killer to tie it all together.
