The Day I Became a Serial Killer

Chapter 18: Killer Party

There was once a winter in my town that brushed a cold storm against my bare skin, numbing me. That's how I felt when William told me he didn't have a brother.

"What?"

"Crystal, I don't have a brother. I never did. I'm an only child."

"That's impossible!"

"It isn't. My mother only had one child."

I wasn't going to spare Eric any longer. I swore that the next time I saw him, I'd smash his face into the ground so hard that his head would no longer exist.

"I have to go, Crystal."

"Where are you going to go, William? You don't have a home anymore."

"I know," William said, walking off into the dark blank road that led back to the center of the city. I walked back to the motel, hoping that William would be at school the next day.

The morning sun rose like a balloon floating upward. My mother and father had checked into their own hotel rooms so that we'd all have our own space and privacy. My mother told my father that she got the money from work, but she got it from my fifteen-thousand dollars.

I suppose my mother hasn't told my father about my money because she knows we need it. I would eventually have to tell him.

I walked to Mr. Allen's class, anticipating for third period, hoping William would be there. Mr. Allen had gone on about some guy in the late 1800's who murdered a bunch of people in the dark.

"...and he did it swiftly. He cut off the source of light, practically blinding the guests of the party he was hosting. He'd invited many people to a party, then killed them."

"Seems pretty brutal," I said.

"It was." Mr. Allen replied.

Lunch came, and I was not hyped up for today's lunch. I looked at the lunch sign, feeling disgusted. Honey BBQ Sloppy Joes. It sounded good, yet I knew it'd be the equivalent of eating literal shit.

"Here you go," The lunch lady said, placing a sloppy joe onto my tray. She might as well have put sweaty gym socks on my tray, because I wasn't going to eat it.

I sat down, alongside William, and across from Rachel, Devin, and Caleb. Joshua sat beside William. I assume now it was the six stooges. I missed Tom and Trisha. The years of laughs we spent together, gone.

"Where were you yesterday, Caleb?" Joshua asked, seeming suspicious of Caleb, as well as I did,

"I was at my... Aunt's house."

"Aunt's house?" I asked.

"Yeah."

Devin chuckled under his breath. "My bullshit meter just flew through the roof." Caleb seemed inconspicuous, attempting to change the subject. "William, how's your day been going?"

"I woke up on a park bench this morning. What about you?"

William was clearly antagonizing me, because he knew there was something I wasn't telling him. He didn't have anywhere to go. The police were looking for him last night. I think they want to put him in a foster care home, but I'm not sure. I hope Eric is William's brother.

"I'm sorry about your mother, William," Caleb said.

"No, you're not," William replied, staring at his tray.

Joshua tried to lighten the mood, changing the subject. "So, are you guys going to Jasmine's party tonight?" I gave a confused look, not knowing what he was talking about.