Piano Lessons

Dead To Me

I begin whispering to myself. I think I'm going insane. I can't believe this is happening, this has to be a freaking dream! "Emma Riley Jackson... You got this... You can do it. I just have to go to the garage and find a few things and maybe a gun or a knife if he has one..."  I run quickly to the garage, and get duct tape, a few tools that look sharp, a belt for tools- kinda like a fanny pack, but not really.  I look around and find a shot gun, and a rifle! Yes! I love going to the range with my friends and learn how to use these two guns. They're my favourite! So I put the shot gun in my back pocket; making sure it has bullets in and of course getting more just in case. I then grab a pack of bullets for the rifle and put it in my front pockets. 

Time: 7:57PM

I checked my backpack for anything else I could find. Pepper spray! Great, theres something. Oh oh oh, my pocket knife. I duct tape it to my rifle I have and smile. But then I remember why I'm here. To kill the intruder, who ever it might be. I don't know who wants to kill me. It can't be Jacob... Maybe someone took his phone and texted that. Maybe its- Paige? She did think I was kidding. She did like Elliot. I think they dated- but why would she do this to me? I can't believe- "Hello Emma." I don't recognize that voice. Not Paige at all. I turn around and my eyes widen. "The name's Emily, if you don't know me." She was holding a butcher knife that has blood dripping down her side. "You know why you're here?"  I shook my head. I mean, Jacob gladly helped me out, but I don't understand any of this. "Where's Jacob?"  She chuckled. "He's busy. Taking a bubble bath. Ain't that precious?" I gulp and get that pepper spray ready behind my back. "So. You're Emily? I was expecting someone more...exciting then you." She rose her eye brows at me. "Very bold of you to say that. I see you really want to die. Especially with that wording." I look down and take a step closer. "Why must we go threw this? Why do you hate me this much to kill me?" You think I hate you? You are 100% correct on that Emma Riley Jackson." I tilt my head. "But why?" Again with the chuckling... "You are always in the damn way of every boy I like!" Is she for real right now? "Really? Name them all."  She put the name down and spoke louder. "Your brother, your boyfriend, and your piano teacher! Oh and Daniel from 5th grade, Alex from 7th grade and Luis from 9th grade!" I click record on my phone and begin to talk. "You are gonna kill me over the guys I dated and my brother?? What the hell is wrong with you??!" She just smiles at me and picks up the knife, now pointing it at me. "Nothing is wrong with me. Everything is wrong with you though. You are a damn player. I mean your boyfriend has been cheating on you for about 4 months with me, and right away you move on to my ex boyfriend?? Really. I expected better from you. I mean you go from Jack to Jacob? What were you expecting, someone with more experience?" nI shook my head. "I wasn't expecting anything like that! I was just sad and since he didn't love me anymore I thought about moving on! Just leave me alone. Now you have Jack and I have Jacob." 

"Oh sweetie... You think Jacob is still alive?" I widen my eyes and lift up the rifle and point it right between her eyes. The knife was inches away from her eyes. She just stares at me. "What did you do to him? Where is he? Really?" She takes a step back and puts her knife beside mine. "He's in the bathtub. Taking a bubble bath. Like I told you. Why? You don't believe me?" I shook my head and got ready with my bullets in my rifle. "You really know how to use that?" Now its my turn to chuckle. I aim for a glass bottle and shoot it. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Wow, great aim." I have a devilish grin on my face. "I never miss when I'm aiming." She takes another step back. I felt my phone vibrate and check it. It's Elliot. He got the voice message I sent him and called the police. They are on their way, I just have to stall. Perfect. "So, Emily. How are you and Dave?" I glance over at her and notice she's not in front of me anymore. I turn around and she slices my thigh with her knife and kicks my leg, thus making me fall to the ground. Fuck, I was distracted. "Ah!" I'm on the ground and my rifle is across the kitchen floor. I look up and see Emily pick it up. Oh shit. She aims it right at my head and pulls the trigger. Nothing happened. "What the hell is wrong with this thing?! Why can't I kill you?!" Her struggling, gives me enough time to get up and grab my shotgun from my back pocket. "It's on safety mood, bitch." I aim below her knee and shot her. The bullet only skins her leg, and doesn't go straight through it. Nailed it. I wasn't trying to kill her. Just needed her down on the ground in time for the cops to come.