Killers can love... Right?

Chapter 4: I need to find this... Killer

Time skip: brought to you by Jeff the therapist, he makes all your problems disappear guaranteed all you have to do is Go. To. Sleep.

It has been 9 years since (s/n) and I have been put in this hell hole. I have been sent to school, I get punished almost constantly, and best of all no one in the orphanage is my age so I get my own room. So many people tried adopting (s/n) but there was no way they were taking her from me without a fight. Obviously for that... I got punished, a week stuck in my room with an escort who takes me to school to be exact. No parent is good enough for my sister except me, no one is to be trusted. Ever since my parents were murdered I've wanted to know who killed them but I don't even know where to start. I've looked up many different killers but all seem to have been caught, none of which say they killed (mom) or (dad) (l/n).

"One year left" I marked off another day on my calander happily. "One more year and (s/n) and I are out of here". Walking over to my mirror I brushed my hair examining my medium lengthed, singed side bangs then making my hair (h/s). 'Now it's onto my clothes' I strode over searching through my closet pulling out a (f/c) tank top, jeans, and a (f/c) jacket. "These should go nicely" I carefully unbuttoned and pulled off my night shirt trying to avoid bumping against the burn on my back. I turned looking at it in the mirror, I never told anyone about it nor have I got it looked at, do to it and my singed hair being the only thing left of my parents. "(F/n)! Hurry up we'll be late for school!", (s/n) shouted banging on my door. "Ok ok just let me finish getting dressed" I replied. I threw on my tank top, buttoned up my jeans and stuck on my (f/shoe)s. 'Now just have to grab breakfast' I thought snatching up my jacket and backpack.

Sister's POV

"Finally", I said as she opened her door. She scoffed," oh shut up, did you eat breakfast yet you little punk?". I laughed "Nah not yet I was waiting for you". "Don't wait up ok I want you to eat before we leave". I nodded,"ok I will". She smiled and we both went into the kitchen to scrounge up whatever the other kids didn't eat. We ended up leaving with just two pieces of toast and a banana which (f/n) said I needed to eat but I forced her to eat a piece of toast and half the banana. She worries me sometimes, only worrying if I've eaten or am I ok never about herself but that's something I admire.

"Hey why aren't there any buses? We always have to walk to school", I asked. "It doesn't really bother me, people are cruel on buses and buses are disgusting, filled with chewed gum, rotting food, and roaches", she shuddered. "Ok I guess your right about that". She always has an answer for everything. We continued our walk till we came up to a concrete building. "Ah high school where every kid wants to be", I chuckled looking over at (f/n). She just scoffed again saying," yah just smell that judgment". "Oh c'mon it's not that bad at least you get away from Madame Scarlett for eight hours". She smirked and we both entered. "Remember if there are any problems report to me got it", she ordered. "Yes sir", I saluted giggling then hugged her before we parted ways.

Your POV

I was opening my locker when a certain douchebag approached me. "Aw what happened (f/n) did you get your hair stuck in a flat iron ", (b/n) laughed as well as her dumb little poise. "Oh wow you know what? It was nowhere near funny just like the millionth time you said it, do you really have nothing new", I spoke with a sarcastic tone. Her poise shut up as she growled ,"at least my boobs don't look like I stuffed my bra"! "At least mine are real unlike yours". She had a shocked expression plastered onto her face. "Anything else you wish to add? Because if not I need to get to class", I said with a voice that showed how tiresome this was while I leaned on my locker with my books in hand. She still remained shocked and I just said,"well if that is all I'll be going".

I got half way down the hall when I heard her shout," at least my parents are still breathing"! I hid my smirk as I stopped walking. All you could hear in the hall was everyone going "oohhhhhhhh". Everyone here thinks I murdered my parents do to me leaving after they died and if I kick her ass I might as well say hey I murdered my parents so I'm gonna do the next best thing. "At least I knew my parents loved me, can you say the same for yours? they are stuck with you". I didn't even look at her but I could sense her anger, she is speechless. "Well I assume we are done so I'll see you in math class, (b/n)".

Another time skip

(S/n) and I finished our day up at school and we were almost back to the orphanage. "Hey (f/n), what time is it?", (s/n) asked. "Judging that the sun has almost gone down and we took the long way back I'd say roughly seven o'clock". I said looking around while people were becoming jittery trying to quickly get in their houses. "Why are people acting so weird?" I kept watching people lock their doors. "No idea", she answered. "Must be hormones", I laughed. "Maybe the boogeyman is after them", she added on giggling. "Ah yep back to the torture chamber", I said as we walked up the steps and into the door of the orphanage.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!?!", Scarlett panicked. I looked to see panicking kids shuffling around 'Wow they are just as jittery as the ones outside' I tried to ease her ,"calm down we just took the long way back". "YOUR NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT ANYMORE! The town has a strict curfew now and it's 7:30! No one is allowed outside after that!", she spoke rather quickly. "Why what's going on?", I asked. "People have been disappearing", she sighed," they are dying, the town is being quarantined, trading has stopped, no one is allowed to leave or enter...it only happens at night and....ugh to sum it up there is a killer". My eyes instantly shot open at the word killer, I need to find it.