Short Stories

[Ten]

They say those songs are sacred. They say those words are sacred. They say they'll lead you to the one you're meant for.

2:44 AM.

That's what the clock read, as I sat up in my bed. 

It had been one minute since I heard my front door click open and the hinges squeal. 

My chest rapidly inflated and deflated, breaths short and ragged. I ran a hand through my hair and swung my legs over the edge of the mattress. 

Thump!

I flinched as the noise met my ears. That was from the kitchen. My heart pounded violently. Then I could hear the footsteps, slowly ascending the stairs at the end of the hallway. I stood and quietly padded to my bathroom. It was pitch black, except for the small blue night light in the bathroom, that cast an eery glow. 

I glanced at my bedroom door briefly. It was closed, but not locked. 

And there it was. Whistling. It was soft and broken but it was there. And it was familiar. 

I held back a gasp and rushed to the closet in my bathroom. I twisted the knob gently. It opened with almost no noise. I ducked inside and shut the door behind me. I felt my way to the back, corner and sat down, hugging my knees to my chest. 

The whistling was louder as were the footsteps. 

Then I could hear my bedroom door open. A light laugh escaped the intruder that I almost didn't catch. "Don't be afraid..." The voice was deep. He was singing lightly as the footsteps moved around my room. 

"All these years growing, all these years knowing..." He sang softly. I felt my heart nearly stop. There was no way. The sound of glass hitting the floor made me jump and I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from sobbing.

"One day we would have to say goodbye..." Those words. They were mine. Those belonged to me. Me and my...

"Baby, I will always be by your side..." The words were close. In the bathroom, close. Tears welled up in my eyes and I held as still as I could. 

"No matter how the rain may pour..." The knob on the closet turned. "No matter how your knees wanna hit the floor..." And then it opened, slow and quietly. The blue light flooded into the small closet and I looked up at my killer. 

He was gorgeous. And he was my killer. Thick dark hair and smooth skin from what I could see. A chiseled jaw. A hard stare. Eyes that I couldn't tell the color of zeroed in on me. And a gun in his hand. I watched wide-eyed as it was raised and pointed in my direction. 

He took the safety off and I saw his muscles twitch in his arm, a small smile appearing on his lips. 

And just as it seemed he was going to pull the trigger...

"I'll be there for you," I whispered out. The gun was dropped from my direction. The face held shock. His body was tensed and stilled. I let the tears stream from my eyes. 

"No matter how bad we fight, no matter how dark it gets at n-night," I choked out louder. "I'll be there for you." I let myself dissolve right then, choking on sobs. The guy stuttered above me and when I met his eyes again, he ran. 

They say those songs are sacred. They say those words are sacred. They say they'll lead you to the one you're meant for.

But what if you're meant for a killer.