Dogs are the only ones who lick?

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MAIN STORY IS NOT MINE, IT IS BASED ON AN ARGENTINE HORROR STORY THAT IS TOLD MOSTLY AT SUMMER CAMPS. I TOOK IT AND INVENTED THE CHARACTERS, MADE IT MORE COMPLEX.

Dogs are the only ones who lick?

"We'll be back by next Monday, all right?"

My mother and father look at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. I could tell them that it was not all right, that I absolutely hate the idea of staying alone with my golden retriever Glinda with a pyscho on the loose, or that it feels awful that they care more about their stupid job than their own daughter; their only daughter if I may add. I can say all of those things, but knowing it would be useless, I shut my mouth and nod.

"You can't leave this house under any circumstances, understood?" my father says looking deep into my eyes, "Don't forget to lock every window and door, okay?" I nod once more. My father kisses my forehead and a tear rolls down my mother's cheek as she wraps me in a tight hugh. "Take care, okay? You already know where everything you need is." How dare she cry! It's me who is being left alone with a serial killer around the corner!

"Come on Elena, lets go or we'll miss our flight" my father says as he yanks my mother's arm making her go towards the door. "See you in two weeks Mica."

And with that said, they closed the door behind them and left to the airport.

Saying that I am scared would be an understatement. Last month, an insane woman broke out from the AHMD (Argentine Hospital for the Mentally Disabled). Since her break out thrirty days ago, there've been forty murders and twenty five disappearances. The only thing in common between there victims is that they were all between the ages of twelve and seventeen. Lucía Sanguini, the fifty five year-old psycho, was the reason why classes are suspended until further notice, most stores are closed and why panic and helplessness are palpable in the air. And how not to be scared? Rumor has it that this insane woman was locked away because she eat her two daughtes alive. Also, Lucia Sanguini is very well known for her mind games; there's nothing that excites her more than the thrill of the kill, the look of complete despair as she tortures her victims until they die. Some people related to the victims affirm that sometimes she sends letters, or leaves mesages or stares at you from the window days before she actually kills you, just because its fun (for her, not for me... I find it creepy as hell.)

"Ugh, I should stop thinking about this! It's more likely for me to get hit by a car than Sanguini appearing at my doorstep."

With that thought in mind, I relax and go to the living room to watch a comedy, I so need to laugh! I put "White Chicks" on the DVD and sat on the couch, with Glinda curled on my lap. My parents adopted Glinda when I was five years old. Even back then they had to travel a lot and it seems that becuase they felt guilty about leaving me alone, they decided to buy me a pet so I wasn't so lonely. Glinda was an adorable four month old puppy when I first met her, and since that moment, we have never been apart. I love Glinda with all my heart, she is my protector and my confidant; the only one who doesn't judge me the way those fake bitches at school do just because I'm different. What makes me the odd one out from the girls at my school is my weird taste (according to them, of course) in clothes, music and fun activities. While they are all girly and shit, I prefer a darker aproach to life: I like to wear dark colours with collars around my neck, bracelets and rings on my hands; I feel naked without them. I also have pearcings on my tongue, nose and eyebrows. Appart from that, I'd rather burn alive than listen to that crap they now call music; Justin Bieber? One Direction? Katy Perry? Ughh, they make my hears bleed! Linkin Park, Blink 182, Alesana, Paramore... That's real music! My mother says I have an obsesion with Linkin Park, but in the end, it doesn't even matter. As for what I do for fun, I'd rather spend my weekends watching movies on Netflix with a blanket wrapped around me burrito-style than doing some ass shaking with random strangers while bad music is playng. "Well, perhaps if I go to a club, I'll end up chatting with a guy about important things such as politics or philosophy... I think not."

After the movie ends, I go to the kitchen and cook an omelette made of cheese and tomatoes and go to sleep. Glinda soon follows and places herself under my bed. It may sound strange, but she has always slept there instead of in the bed with me, like most dogs do. When I was a child, I used to be scared of the dark, (now, isn't it ironic?) One night, after having a very scary nightmare, my mother, who surprisingly was at home, told me that if I ever felt afraid, I should put my hand under the bed and let Glinda lick my hand. Ever since I had that awful dream, every time feel scared or just don't want to feel so alone at night, I put my hand under the bed and let my dog lick my hand, making me feel much safer and loved.

Around midnight was when I first heard the mysterious ticking noise: tic,tic,tic... It sounded as though a tab hadn't been closed properly. The sound couldn't be from inside the house, it was impossible. I always checked that the tabs where well closed, and tonight was no exception. Or perhaps someone else had opened the tab... Cold sweat ran trough my back. Starting to panic, I put my hand under the bed and waited for Glinda to lick it. I was not disappointed: a few seconds later, I felt my hand being licked and I instantly relaxed. Feeling calmer, I fell asleep once more thinking that the noise would stop. At 2:00 am I heard it again: tic, tic, tic... It was the same as before. I turned on my celphone and with the light coming from it, I looked around my bedroom, without leaving my bed (the floor was really cold, and I didn't feel like standing on ice, thank you very much). I saw nothing out of the ordinary, the books were on their shelves, the CDs where in order, the closet's door was closed as I left it before going to sleep, the window was open so fresh air could circulate inside my bedroom... I honestly had no idea of from where that noise could come from! I took a deep breath and put my hand under the bed to be licked. I a wave of calmness came crushing on me as I felt Glinda's tongue running all over my hand. I turned of my celphone and kept on sleeping. At 6:00 am I heard the mysterious ticking noise again, but it was faster and stronger than before. I immediately put my hand under the bed and waited a few minutes for Glinda to lick my hand. Ten minutes passed and...

My hand hadn't been licked.

My breathing became shallow and uneven, as I felt icy fear overtake me. I sat on my bed shaking, with the noise ringing in my hears. Suddenly, I had an idea: My dog was way braver than I was! Obviously, Glinda had gone to discover the source of that annoying noice. I started to take deep breaths and relaxed slightly. After that, I took my cellphone (just in case) and started to follow the noise. The closer I got to the palce where the sound came from, the louder and faster it became. I climbed the stairs, and when I was standing in front of the bathroom inside of my parent's bedroom, the noise stopped abruptly. The eerie silence in the house was deafening, even more than the noice itself. I stood in front of the bathroom door, stearing at it blankly. Building courage, I filled my lungs with air, let igo, and opened the door.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed.

I felt numb, it was impossible... Glinda's head was hanging from the shower, blood all over the tub. Her body had been ripped, all of her organs scattered on the bathroom floor. Now I understood what the noise was, it was her blood... my best friend's blood dripping from her detached head. Once I could move again I ran to where Glinda's body was, but tripped with what I suppose was her stomach and got covered in blood. Everything became to much: the fear of what had happened and of what would happen next, the shock and the sadness of the loss of my best friend, my confident, my family.... and the revulsion of seeing how her body had been open and humilliated... Of the pain she must've felt while her body was slowly torned appart... My head started spinning, but as I opened my mouth to scream once more, I threw up violently and started sobbing desperately. It couldn't be true! What the fuck had just happened!!?? And then, a huge feeling of guilt came crashing down on me: the window! I forgot to lock the fucking window in my bedroom! I sobbed harder and lost consciousness. I don't know how much time passed till I woke up once more. I felt disorientated at firts, but then, the memories of what happened came back as I looked around the bathroom. With a new round of fresh tears, I stood up and washed my face on the sink. When I looked at
my face in the mirror I was surprised to see something written there, something that wasn't written before... It was a message for me, written with Glinda's blood:

My Dearest Mica,

Here is a fun fact: did you know that dogs are not the only ones that know how to lick?

See you soon!

Love,

Lucía Sanguini

FIN!