It was June.
It was the summer between my sophmore and junior year of high school.
It was 2014.
I was fifteen. It was nice to be in summer.
I didn't shave my legs unless it was hot and I had to go somewhere.
Jeremy was turning seventeen the next day.
I was scared of him.
I watched as he ran over our family dog. I was only nine.
I had spent the night at my friend's house when he killed Mom and Dad.
One day Kate was there, the next police were pulling her limp body out of the lake.
Jeremy said he was going to town and that he would swing by the library.
I immediatly took up his offer because I needed books. They were my life.
He pulled out of the yard, and started going the opposite direction of town.
When I asked him where we were going, he said it was just a different way.
We stopped at his friend's house.
I didn't want to go in. Jeremy dragged me.
He took me to the backyard.
He tied my hands to a tree.
Marcus, Jeremy's friend, came outside.
He had a knife in his hand.
Marcus told me that for them to live they needed to take the blood of a virgin girl.
How did they know I'm a virgin? was the first thing that crossed my mind.
The next was blood and the knife. Jeremy and Marcus went inside and came back out with green and black cloaks on and about eleven more people.
They walked slowly towards me chanting some incantations.
I shrank away from them as far as the rope would allow.
