The voices

Chapter 2

‘A family of four were found dead in the early hours of the morning. After being identified Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson and their two children Gwen aged 17 and their son Patrick aged 18 we advise you lock all windows and doors at night and only leave the house in the light. Thankyou" that was the fifth time I’d heard it all day and by now I knew the speech by heart and I knew I’d never forget it. They had been a lovely family, the daughter was a year younger than me so I didn’t really know her but the son well he was the play boy of the school I went to. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. I never really got along with either of them, she was too snobby and he was too much of a dick to stand. But their mother was like an aunt to me, her caring heart made anyone smile, she was the nurse at the primary school down the road from me and I sometimes went over and helped. The police officer who was being interviewed said they had no idea who would want to kill them, he did say one piece of information that stuck the way they died, a small knife womb in the neck along with the words 'mine' carved into each back.

Sitting on the sofa the tears streamed down, my eyes were sore from all the crying and I was pissed not only at Luke but because I couldn't stop crying. I waited on the sofa for what felt like hours knowing that he'd turn up sooner or later he always does.

The knock on the door came and in he walked he was covered in blood, he no doubtfully didn’t clean up because he knew blood made me sick, backing up he saw the fear and disgust on my face,

“You think I'm crazy don’t you?" he whispered

"N-no" backing up, my hands came in contact with the wall behind me.

His beautiful clear blues eyes were replaced with a hard black solid colour he sauntered over to me like a predator would on its prey.

“Ooh but baby, the voices in my head tell me differently."

Nothing. I couldn’t say anything. Nothing that made sense came to mind, what he did was crazy - god knows why I said no of course he's crazy he freaking mental, he laughed his hand playing with a lock of my hair, his hands stunk of blood the smell made my eyes water. He did it again he killed them. And for nothing the guy never touched me and neither did the father so why?

‘Why would he do that to them?'

"Why well little Clary I’ll tell you why, you see I was on the way here believe it or not I missed you, you know. But, you were meant to be in school I was coming to get you make a huge scene to piss you off because by the way my little Ivy I’m still pissed at you because of what you said but never mind, so yeah I was on my way to the school when I heard that big headed prick talk about you, how good you would look on his bed with your clothes on his bedroom floor and it got my blood boiling I mean how dare he say that about you! Any way so after I heard that I 'seduced' his sister got where they lived and killed him , but of course it got ruined when his fucking whore of a sister walked in screaming alerting their parents so I had to kill them as well." he said with a smile

"You're a-a fucking PSYCHO! YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT! YOU'RE FUCKING MENTAL WHO DOES THAT?!" his smirk turned dangerous and his eyes danced with sick humour.

"Oh but Clary you really shouldn't have said that" he said as he advanced on me before I could move he jumped on me.