It Follows

The Note

   I awake once more but this time in the old guest bed of my grandparents house. I look up to see a little bit of light shining in. I sit up and take a glance at the clock 5:27pm. I look over at the dusty mirror, my thick brown hair in a low ponny tail. Both my parents have brown hair. My naturally curly hair does not do me well, I got it from my mom. My dark green eyes, I got those from my dad. My mom has, well had brown eyes. I have pale skin and a million little freckles on my face and nose. My dad has freckles. I'm average height for my age, 5'5. I'm 15 and single. I have many friends but 2 close friends. Alexander Knight and Rose Finn. I meet Alex in kindergarten and we stayed friends till now, grade 10. I meet Rose when we where babies, my parents are friends with her parents. I have a scar down the side of my whole leg. I was walking around my uncle's farm when I was 6 and slipped and cut my self on an ax. My uncle was watching me and my parents where mad so they don't talk very much. I lay back down and think.

   I remember that I saw a shadow behind me. With a knife.

   I look around and find out that there is a note on the door I stand to go pick it up but than I get disy. I stumble back in the bed. My heart pounding. My head is spinning all I can do is picture my mom getting stabbed to her death. Next thing I know I bolt to the door, and grab the note. It reads,
Dear Katherine ,

Hello my dearest granddaughter. I'm sorry about the passing of your mother. She will be missed dearest in our family. You will move on from this point of grief in your life and continue to succeed in the end. If only we know who would do this to this loving, caring young woman. We will all move on. As one said,
We shall keep the memories living and keep the loving living even if one is not living.
Remember to love your mother Ashley Moone(Cull), with all your heart. Once again I'm truly sorry for the way that she passed. In her will she said that she wants you to have all of her books, clothes, jewelry, and other things that you will find out on May 7 2017. 5 days after the death. Your mother also wants you to have her diary that she wrote in and held closely to her heart. You will learn more about your mother, life, and yourself in that dairy so keep it safe and protect it with your heart. I hope you know your mother loved you Katherine. Your father is on his way home from Japan and should arrive on May 3 2017, and arrive at your home at 6:30pm.
Love forever and always,
Grandmother and Gradfather Cull
Xoxo...                                     May 3 2017

   I look at the clock and see that it says 6:07pm. I run out of the room carefully folding the paper. Grandfather and grandmother are in the living room reading. "Katherine dear, your awake," grandmother says In her calming voice. pulling me into a hug.
   I answer back talking a little to fast, "I got the note," I blink back tears "I just really loved mom. I didn't want.." Before I could get the last words out I started crying and grandpa comes in to join in on the hug we all start to cry. Me the most. This week had been hard and tough and grandma's note didn't really help but it was nice to know that she knows how I'm feeling. "We know you loved your mother, but this is God's way of saying her time had come," my grandma says. She really believes in God and that stuff but we don't even go to church instead me and my mom use to bake and cook. The words she said playing over in my head. "Her time has come."

   "No, her time has not come. She was killed. Murdered. Not a sweet death from old age. But some monster slicing her throat. How can you just sit back and act like everything is okay. Huh? How, can you do that to your only daughter and only child. Know what else is so sicking is that I was in the hospital but why? I didn't need to be did I. No. Now can someone take me to see my dad," I say as my voice raises it's volume. My grandma and grandpa have tears falling down there face.

   My grandpa starts to speak," Kat, we all loved your mother very much and we all know someone killed her. But this is very hard on us too so just think that we are trying to help you remember the good thoughts of your mom not the bad ones. And Kat no matter what happens we both love you very much. Now let's go see your father." My grandma doesn't come and grandpa just drops me off, my dad is sitting on the front steps waiting for me. "Kat," he says slowly and tears stream down his face. I run to him as he stands up. We hug each other just pulling close and I swear it feels as if mom is there hugging us too.