Escape

Chapter 3

"You can't do anything" he whispered menacingly.

"No, p-please"

"I love to hear you beg, you stuttering pathetic bitch" he pulled my hair more painfully.

He slapped me across the face, my nose which was already bleeding, started to bleed more, not wasting another minute, he yanked me up by my hair and punched my stomach, I doubled over but he didn't let go and pulled me towards the kitchen.

He took the knife and pointed it towards me.

I stared at the gleaming point of the knife, shining under the dim lights of the kitchen. The very thing, I dreaded.

"You know how your parents died, they were stabbed, there was blood everywhere."

I shut my eyes close not wanting to listen anymore.

" They were stabbed right across the stomach" he poked me with the knife. "Deep, messy, nothing could have been done, they were gone." he kept on pushing, just enough to feel the sharpness, but not enough to cut. "And they left you behind, it would have been so much better if you would have died with them"

He pushed me towards the floor and climbed on top of me. He grabbed both of my hands and held them on top of my head, his weight made it impossible for me to move. I was horrified at what he was about to do next.

I was going to die, this is it, I'd finally be with my parents. I am going back home.

The blade pierced through my skin, making me yelp in pain, he hit me in my face. He pricked my skin again and dragged it across my stomach.

"You're a disgrace, a worthless piece of shit. You were the reason they are dead today. Your parents died because of you."

I woke up panting, my face all sweaty.

This was getting worse, I had this nightmare for the millionth time now.

And somewhere, deep inside, I blamed myself for the death of my parents. If I would have been just a bit careful, maybe, just maybe...

I looked at the clock, it was 4:09 AM. I still had 3 hours to get ready for school. It was still dark outside, there was absolute silence in the house, street lights were the only source of light, the sky was cloudy, you couldn't see the moon or the stars. I walked towards my closet and took out a hoodie with some tracks. I pulled them on, opened my window and climbed out. It was easy for me as I had done this many times before to escape from this hell-hole. I peeked from the window that showed into the living room from outside, it was dark, but I could make out the silhouette of my uncle passed out on the couch, making sure that he didn't wake up, I quickly walked away from the house making no noise.

It was fine weather, a cool breeze caressed my skin. I pulled my hoodie down and wrapped my arms around myself, smiling at the thought of the place I was going.

I was visiting my parents.

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"Hi, mum."

"Hi, dad"

I looked at my parent's tombstone. Mary Camilla Cooper. Samuel Cooper. My parents.

"I am sorry, I visited you after so many days, I missed you so much. Life's been great you know, Senior year has already started, and it's really hard to manage up so many works in such a short span of time. I wish you could be here to help me with my work-"

That was when I heard some footsteps behind me, I turned around but I saw no one. Maybe it was the wind? I turned back around but remained quiet, straining my ears to hear something again. But I didn't hear anything, shrugging, I let it go.

"I love you, mom and dad. Wish you could come back, wish I could hear you laugh all over again, wish that the 20th of August never happened, wish I could have been more attentive, I am so sorr-y" my voice broke, I started to silently cry. It happened because of me. I wish I could go back and change my past.

I don't remember how long I sat there silently crying. My eyes never leaving the tombstone, wishing those didn't exist, wishing that their names would be engraved on the house's nameplate, rather than this. My hands were going numb, and my back had gone stiff, I wiped my tears, and stood up, looked at the tombstones again for the last time, turned around and started to walk to the house.

That's when I saw, a scrap of paper, neatly folded, on the floor, just a few feet behind where I was sitting. It looked similar to the first note I received.

My hand started shaking. Was it from the same person? He was here? I slowly picked up the paper. Opened it.

I could help you find your parents killer Blair.

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I don't know for how long I stood there staring at the note. He even knows my name. He must know something.

Thinking that that person might still be around, I looked around myself, for any sign of another presence, but it was all so still.

I looked around for a while. But I seemed to be alone.

Someone knew I was here, someone followed me here. Is this some kind of trap? Maybe he is the one who killed my parents...

Oh my god. I started to freak out. Shit Shit Shit. Maybe he has come back to complete his mission. Maybe he is here and watching me right now? My hair behind my neck started to prickle. I pulled my hoodie down, hugged my arms around me and started fast-walking out of the cemetery.

Once out, I started running towards my house. A thousand thoughts running in my mind. I didn't once glance back if there was anyone following me. I reached home, climbed back in my room, shut the window, drew the curtains and took a moment to catch my breath.

I peeked out of the window, checking if somebody was still there. There was no one. The air was still, everything was quiet. I looked at the clock, it was almost six now.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. I knew I had to be more aware and attentive to my surroundings.

I looked at the handwritten note again. I have never seen this handwriting before. Who is this person? What does he want?

I took out the previous notes. The handwriting matched. It was the same person, no doubt. So this person is from my school and in particular in my English class.

Guess I have to be more attentive in my English class.

A/N

Hey guys, yeah, I know, sad, like real sad...

But that's what the whole story is about, I mean Blaire's character fits with the storyline, I hope you like it.

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