I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)

Chapter 12

Hello, :)

"I have gotten many letters from you. You've caused me to have many questions. Who are you? How do you know me?  Why do you follow me? Why'd you kill all of those people? I want to meet you.

~Kari"

After writing the short note I sat it on my desk then laid down in my warm blanket and fell asleep instantly. 

I woke up the next morning earlier than usual because the sun was shining through my room causing me to wake. I crawled out of bed then walked to my desk. On my desk laid a letter. It wasn't the letter I left though. This mystery person replied. 

I ripped the top of the envelope and pulled the letter out of it. 

 "To my dearest Kari, 

I am like a puppet to my master, and someone you haven't met. I follow you because why not? I kill because I can turn useless dumb people into amazing masterpieces, and simply because it's fun.  You'll meet me eventually, and when you do I'll be the last person you meet. 

~ :)" 

I shuttered after reading the letter. I ripped into pieces threw it into a trash bin. Mother wouldn't have been happy if she read that. I pulled out my sketchbook and drew for a while. It was another one of those drawings that Amelia would have called creepy. It was of a man lying in a parking lot next to his car. He had a huge stab wound in his chest cavity and there was blood spilling out and  covering the lot. 

After I finished drawing I took a second to examine it. I didn't notice at first but I started to laugh at the sketch. Appalled at what I had just done I threw the pad down on my bed and walked to the kitchen to eat. While I walked I mentally scolded myself. I shouldn't find a dead body funny, I'm not that kind of person. 

In the kitchen was my mom. She was cooking, I wasn't sure why but she was ALWAYS cooking. She looked at me when I entered. 

"Hey, how'd you sleep." 

"Fine." I answered. I grabbed a green apple and took a bite out of it. 

"Hey, I'm cooking breakfast." She reminded. 

"Oh, right. Sorry." I threw the apple aside then sat down in a chair in the living room and watched some cartoons while I waited for her to tell me breakfast was ready. 

She called me shortly after I left. She made bacon, eggs, and pancakes. I sat at the table and ate my meal. We sat in silence while we ate. She looked like she was trying to think of the best way to tell me something. After a little bit she mustered some courage and spoke to me. 

"You'll be continuing school, starting next week." 

"What?"
"Kari, you have to go to school. You can't just miss it, and dropping out is NOT an option." 

"Mom, I can't go back there." My mom rolled her eyes at me. 

"You have to. Even if Amelia isn't going to be there."  We sat in silence again. I was thinking about what she had just said. Amelia told me that she didn't want people to know she was alive so she probably wasn't going to be at school, just like my mom said. School with out Amelia didn't sound right though. 

My mom cleared her throat. 

"Speaking about Amelia, her mom has planned the funeral for Sunday evening at 5." I looked up at me mom

"Funeral?" I didn't expect her mom to have a funeral since Amelia was alive.

"Yeah, funeral." She answered. 

"Why are we having a funeral? She's not dead." I told her thinking that her mom knew about Amelia being alive secretly, and told my mom, since they talked often. 

"You must be mistaken. The doctors couldn't save her, she died the day you were there." I was feeling mad at my mom for arguing with me. I dropped my fork and stood up.

"SHE IS NOT DEAD! You're deeply mistaken".

"Dear, I think you're the one mistaken. Please take a seat. It's better to accept the truth then to deny it." Red hot anger was rising inside of me. I wasn't sure why I was so mad but I was and I didn't want to be in the same room as me. 

"WHATEVER!" I stormed out of the room and into my bedroom, slamming the door as I entered. I laid down in my bed and closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind.