Blood Covered Roses

Chapter 1

I sat on the couch lost in a book my mother gave me. "Teen to Adult" was written on the front cover. It wasn't interesting by any means but I thought I would give it a chance since my mother gave it to me.
Having enough of the book, I slapped it shut and placed it on the coffee table. I could hear my mother in the kitchen fixing dinner
"Luna..." I hear her call for me. I groaned.
"Yes ma?" I got up and walked to the kitchen to see her cooking Alfredo pasta. She glanced at me and then back at what she was doing.
"Did you read any of the book I gave you?" I rolled my eyes hopeing she didn't see.
" eh, a little bit. It didn't really interest me that much." She sighed and began to stir the pasta.
"You know..." she began. Oh no here we go again I thought. She put the pot of pasta on the table and turned to me. She looked me up and down. " honey, it's been almost a year since you graduated. Your 19 now and haven't done a single thing." She paused and got plates out before continuing. " no job. No social life. All you do is stay in the house doing..... whatever it is you do. You can live here forever you know."
She handed me a plate of pasta and motioned me to sit at the table with her. I grabbed a fork as I walked over and sat across from her.
I knew I couldn't stay here forever I didn't want to either. I brushed my long brown hair and tucked it behind my ear before taking a bite of the pasta.
" I got that book for you to read so you would might have an idea or something to do with yourself, sweetheart." She continued.
" from what you show I'm not sure if you even know what you want for yourself. You've been walking in what seems confusion since your fath-" I cut her off and glared at her.
" don't talk about him. I don't want you or anyone to talk about him." I placed my fork down and slumped back into my chair. I crossed my arms and looked out the kitchen window. I heard my mother sigh and shake her head. " I miss him too Luna. But you've been in.... a trance since he died." She spoke plainly to me as if she had no emotion about anything. She's never been good with words let alone emotions. She hasn't been the greatest since my father died either. Always been busy with something since he died.
We finished dinner and She placed her fork on her plate and put them in the sink. She turned to me looking down before looking up at me.
" Luna, your not a little girl anymore. It's time to grow up" she glared at me and I returned the favor before heading upstairs to my room.
Damn. She's right. I thought to myself. I knew I wasn't a little girl anymore but school doesn't really teach us much about the "growing up" parts as they say they do. I knew what I was but I wasn't sure what exactly to do with it. I'm an artist. To drawing, writing and painting all the way to designing, sketching and sculpting. However my favorite thing is to read horror books and creepypasta stories. My favorite? Jeff the killer. Like any other make believe, none of the horror books or creepypastas I read about were real. They were just something dark I feed my mind with.
Waking into my room I closed and locked the door behind me and flopped on my bed. I rolled over to see the time. 8:47pm. It wasn't late. Goodie I can read more stories before bed. I got up and walked to my desk were my laptop was. As I sat down I felt a weird pain in my chest and immediately got goosebumps on my arm. A shiver shot through my body as y brushed it off and started looking up Laughing Jack horror stories.
A few hours later I heard my mom come up stairs. I glanced at the time again. 11:05pm
Wow that was fast I thought to myself. I heard a small knock at my door and got up to open it. It was my mother. I could smell Vodka on her breath. I took a step back from her.
" Mmm, gross have you been drinking Again mom?"
She looked at me with a glare and pointed at me
" Atle..ast I *hickup* got... job. I wan... my yown... houss " her words slurred and I rolled my eyes. I looked at her and gritted my teeth trying not to get too angry with her.
". Mother..... Go. To. Sleep. " I felt the small pain again but this time it was like a small pressure that grew and stretched to through to my shoulder blade. Still I brushed it off, not thinking too much about it and watched her walk to her room down stairs. I slowly closed the door and locked it once more.
" What the fuck"
I cursed under my breath.
I yawned and and saw the time 11:30.
I closed my laptop and changed into pajama shorts and a tank top. I brushed my long brown hair back and got under the covers and drifted to sleep.
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I slowly woke up rubbing my eyes. I looked around seeing that it was still dark outside. 3:00am was in red bold numbers on the alarm clock. I groaned and rolled out of bed. Since I couldn't sleep I'll just read Jeff the killer stories I opened my laptop again and began reading. Right in the middle of my reading, I noticed something on my laptop. Red? I touched were the red spot was on the top corner. My eyes widened a little as any sort of sleepiness fled my body. Blood?? I bent down the top of
My computer to look behind it. My stomach churred and my legs  became weak and shaky. A trail of blood was going down the back of my laptop leading to a bloody kitchen knife that sat on my desk. I swallowed hard as I tried my best to keep calm. If horror stories didn't scary me this shouldn't either. I took a deep breath and turned back to my laptop. It helped a little but I then noticed a reflection in the screen. My eyes strained as I looked a little closer. There was a shadow but it was laying on my bed. I froze. I didn't want to move. I noticed a breeze came through my window giving away that's where this shadow came from. Shakily I breathed in and out, slowly turning around. My room was pitch black and the only lighting I had was the moon the came through my window. As I turned around the shadow didn't move. I sat there in my computer chair and stared where it was laying for a moment and noticed something white. A white shirt? What is that? The only thing I heard was my own shaky breathing until the shadow spoke.
" Its not nice to stare" a deep raspy voice echoed through the dark. For a moment I stopped
breathing altogether. My hands became clammy as they shook. I quickly looked down in fear of upsetting the unknown visitor.
"I... uh..." he chuckled as i struggled for words that wouldn't form. He slowly sat up and walked towards me. Do I dare to look up?
I felt I finger lift my chin and slowly my eyes met the visitors.