Jade
Heavy rain poured down, drenched me in dirty water. Silvery gray strands of hair were stuck to my face. Jed's white Adidas hoodie and my blue ripped jeans were glued to my body. It felt as if I walked around in a skintight latex costume.
Cars honked at me angrily when I crossed the street without looking. But I didn't really bother. I was worried sick about Jesy. All I cared about was getting to her and Jake's house, and make sure she was okay.
Early yesterday morning, when we ate breakfast at McDonald's, she promised she and Jake would come over for dinner at my place tonight. But they never came. I'd called them for the last three hours, still neither of them had picked up their phones. Something was obviously up.
"Hey, it's Jesy. In case you haven't realized it yet, I can't answer my phone right now. Feel free to leave a message after the beep. Tah-tah!"
Feeling frustrated than ever, I put my phone back in the pocket of my soaking wet jeans. Why the hell didn't she answer? Curious to find out yet worried sick about my friend, I started jogging. I might as well jog, get myself some exercise. Plus, in that way I'd get to her house faster.
After aggravating approximately five other drivers by running out into the street without looking, I finally arrived outside the "Jakesy"-residence. The light was on in their bedroom, but off everywhere else. Strange.
I jogged up the front steps. Standing outside the white door, I saw it was slightly open. There were bloodstains on the silvery metallic door-handle. What on Earth had happened here?
Swallowing hard, I pushed the door open and walked inside. The entire first floor bathed in darkness. I couldn't see a thing. I went to switch on the light but it didn't work. Releasing a deep sigh, I grabbed my phone and went to the flashlight app. Seeing a lot better now due to the flashlight, I walked around the alarmingly silent house.
The floorboards creaked under my feet, making me shiver everytime the creaking sound filled my ears. Neither Jake or Jesy came to view. They weren't in the living room, not in the kitchen, and not in the bathroom. They were nowhere in sight.
A squeal slipped from my lips when I saw a bloody handprint on the window in the airy living room. Stumbling backwards due to the fear rushing through my veins, I eventually tripped over my own feet and landed flat on my back.
I should call the police, I thought.
Bloodstains on the door-handle and a bloody handprint on the living room window was definitely not normal. Any person with a functioning brain would understand that something terrible had happened, and that whatever it was should be handled by professionals.
Getting back up on my feet, I wrapped my fingers around my phone. Going back to the flashlight app and turning on the flashlight again, I walked up the stairs. Given that the light was on in Jake and Jesy's bedroom, I figured they were there. Why else would the light be on?
My heartbeat quickened when I saw blood drops on the last few steps. Whoever it was that was hurt must've gone upstairs for help. That person must've been bleeding a lot too. God, I really hoped Jake and Jesy were okay. This didn't look good. It didn't look good at all.
"Oh my Gosh..."
Blood was smeared on the once white walls. Almost the entire second floor was bloody. There were bloodstains everywhere: on the floor, on the furniture...It looked like a freaking murder scene.
Near the bedroom, HELP was written on the wall. In blood, of course.
Swallowing hard, I made my way to the bedroom. Although I feared the worst and really didn't want to go in there, I knew I had to. What if Jake and Jesy were there, both severely injured and incapable of helping each other?
Pushing the door open, where yet another bloody handprint decorated the door, a horrified scream slipped from my lips when the bedroom came into view. Jake lied on the king-size bed, bleeding terribly from what looked like stab wounds in the stomach. He looked dead.
Jesy sat against the wall, bleeding from arms, legs, chest and stomach. Her eyes were open and I could see that she was conscious, maybe not to 100%, but conscious enough to tell me what the hell had happened here. Rushing to her aid, I fell onto my knees. I pressed my hands against the bleeding wound in her stomach. But her blood flow was too heavy for me to stop.
"Who did this to you?!" I asked worriedly.
"He...is...still...here" Jesy replied weakly.
"What? What do you mean he's still here?!" I exclaimed as I felt how my pulse shot to the sky.
"He...is...right...behind...you...Jade."
Jesy's eyes fluttered closed after she finished the short yet terrifying sentence. Spinning around, my heart almost stopped as the psychopath who did this to Jake and Jesy stood a few steps in front of me. He wore the infamous costume from the Scream movies, a black hooded coat and a white mask. He held a bloody knife in his right, black-gloved hand.
He's going to kill me.
And he did. Before I had the chance to run, the psychopath dressed as Ghostface shoved the bloody knife into my stomach.
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Terrible, absolutely terrible. It's way too short and it just didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. I've tried different ways to write this but I can't seem to come up with anything, so this will have to do, although it's definitely not my best work. The one-shot I'm posting tomorrow will be so much better, though
Thanks for reading, although it's not always that good. You're gold and you mean a lot to me ❤️️
xxMxx
