Silent Scream

Chapter 8- The Game

Tears streamed down my face as I got up. I slowly stood up and carefully grabbed the switch blade beside my bed and flicked it open. I walked slowly, my breathing was intense. The door of my closet slammed open as some guy jumped out at me. I screamed and slashed at him, barely getting his arm. "Ow, what the hell Jez," he said as he held his arm,"Remind me to never play a joke on you again. Damn..." He whispered as he walked out of my room. His name was Daniel. One of my brother's friends. God he's always been such an ass. I slammed my door shut again, wiping the tears from my eyes. I wasn't even sorry for cutting him, that dickhead had it coming. I gathered my pillow and my bed sheets and put them in the wash. I went back to my room to take a shower because I was still covered in fake blood.

-Ping-

Evan: Hey can we talk soon

My heart dropped to the floor and I forgot what breathing was. I had to act natural.. he doesn't know that I know..

Me: Why?

Evan: Ah... well.. just to talk..

Me: About what?

Evan: Its just to talk.. but I guess you don't want to so I'll just leave you alone ig..

He didn't seem like the type of guy who would do what he did to me.. but everything added up. So why am I doubting that it's him?..

Me: No, I do sorry I just don't get out much. When do you want to meet up

Evan: Tomorrow, at 8pm at the park down the trail from the school

Me: Okay see you then.

I put my phone down and sighed. Why can't I shake this feeling? This feeling of me liking him. Like seriously he could be a serial killer or serial rapist...

I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and kept my hair fall from the bun it was in. My eyes were puffy and red. All of a sudden, I started crying again. And then I just felt angry. So so angry. I felt dirty and used and the same person I was back then. I opened my drawer and pulled out scissors. I looked in the mirror and let out a breath. Then I stopped. What am I doing? I put the scissors by the sink and turned on the shower water. I undressed and stepped in.

-ding-

The bells above the door of the hair salon rang. I stepped in and sat on a chair.

"Jezebel?"

I waved at the lady who called my name and stood up and walked with her. She sat me on the salon chair and asked me what I wanted to do.

"I want something.. new..different. something that stands out."
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I walked into my house and my brother was watching TV.

"Hey. Where's mom?" I asked.

"She went shopping." He said as he turned to me. His jaw practically fell off his face. "Woah... you're hair.. ah.. it's nice.."

I laughed, "Thanks."

I walked up to my bedroom and looked in my mirror. My hair was now neck length and had a lot of blue in it. I smiled and twirled a little. I feel good now. I feel better. I sat down on my bed and reached under my pillow to grab my journal. I threw my pillow off my bed when I couldn't feel it. I started freaking out. That's when I saw a page of it by the window.

Think a little change with your hair is going to change your history with me? You're wrong sweet stuff
-Your lover

The lump in my throat felt like a wrecking ball as it fell to my stomach. I snatcher the paper and ran downstairs to tell my brother. As soon as I entered the living room, I got a text.

Blocked: I'd think twice before ratting me out sweet stuff. We wouldn't want your sister getting hurt now would we?

I stood, frozen. My brother looked at me. "Hey. You okay?"

"Uh.. yeah.."

I turned around to head back up to my room.

"What's that paper in your hand?"

"Um just a school paper."

I ran upstairs, escaping any more question. I crumbled up the paper and flushed it down the toilet. I sat down on my bed, not knowing what to do. Do I take the text to the police? Do I tell anyone? I was in this alone... in this twisted game of his. And I was still at square one.

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Yes this was an extremely short chapter but thought it was better than nothing thanks for reading