I buried my face in my pillow, allowing the tears to gush out from my tired eyes. You slapped your own mother. The thought of doing something like that made me want to rip out my own hair, shriek till my throat was raw, drown myself in the middle of an ocean. You don't deserve to live, Emma.
For once, my mind is right. I don't deserve to live. Which daughter slaps her own mother, especially after she just helped her get through dealing with Leather Face?
Leather Face...
His face floods my mind. The mask. The events. The chainsaw. Everything I think about is something about the school trip.
"Emma?" The door slowly creaks open, and a worried face peeks in.
"Mum? Oh Mum... I'm so sorry-" I begin, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Shh, Em," she puts a finger to my lips and silences me, wiping away my tears with her thumb.
"I'm sorry about.. Everything really. I know you've had such a hard time and I feel horrible for shouting at you."
"But Mum... I don't want you feeling sorry for me, I don't want your pity. Why can't things just go back to normal?" I asked, more tears spilling out.
"Because things aren't normal, Em."
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The sun shines on my face, lighting it up. I smile, enjoying the heat since it would probably disappear soon.
"Task two."
I whip my head around, almost jumping out of my skin. Who said that? I look in every spot possible, but the voice was loud so it must've been close and no one is here.
"I'm nowhere... Remember?"
The voice.. It's so familiar, as if I'd only heard it yesterday.
"I killed people. Don't you think you should return the favour?"
"Shut up," I muttered under my breath, immediately placing my fingers on my temples and closing my eyes.
"It can be anyone you choose. But you must do it before the end of tomorrow, or else you'll be in for a real treat."
"Stop! I'm not listening to your shit again, ok? I'm tired of doing what you make me, and if you think I'm killing someone, you've got another thing coming. Do you know how old I am? Fucking fourteen! Do you think I'd actually be prepared physically and mentally to kill someone? To end someone's life because of a voice in my head which I know ISN'T REAL!"
I screamed it all. Every single word, I screamed it. I'm sick of obeying Leather Face, when the Head and I already killed him. I'm sick of doing things which result in consequences for myself, like slapping my own mother. I'm sick of everything.
"It's up to you, Emma Thompson. You've got till the end of tomorrow, and if you dare disobey me, there'll be extreme consequences. Bigger ones than slapping your own mother. Take that as a warning."
And he left. His voice disappeared, leaving me worried and confused.
Kill someone before tomorrow night. Or else, face the consequences.
What consequences?
Emma... What are you going to do?
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So terribly sorry if it seems crubbish (that's a mix of crap and rubbish). I was writing quite quickly, but I also tried. This chapter is more of a... A thinking chapter? I don't know, it just talks about her thoughts more than she actually does anything. But next chapter comes the excitement! Will she do it?
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It's All In Your Head {Sequel to STCG}
Horror{SEQUEL TO 'SCHOOL TRIP CHAINSAW GAMES', RECOMMEND READING THAT FIRST} After going through the traumatizing experience of trying to defeat a serial killer on her school trip, Emma Thompson wants to forget about the dreadful past. But is Leather Face...
