Killing Chris

Rainfall

As Dane and I sat in the cafe in the hall next to ours we discussed a game plan. The school was sending everyone that had the means home for the week. I decided it would be best if I didn't go home to my parents because they wouldn't let me come back, so instead, I devised a plan to convince Dane to take me back to his house. He was on edge already and he wants his parents to meet me so he said yes. We left the same night Allison was found dead.

It felt like going through the motions for me, the death, the reaction, the cooldown, and another death. Currently, we were in the reaction phase. Determined to get off campus as fast as possible Dane and I packed our bags avoiding the crime scene tape on our floor. This type of stuff made Dane sick. It should make me sick too but at this point, it wasn't surprising having to deal with death all over. Dane drove us all the way back to his place that night, six hours in a car. We got to his house around four am.

Danes' house looked like a victorian mansion, there was a gate at the beginning of his driveway that required a passcode to open. He had a massive front and back yard, the front yard had the lines from a fresh cut and his garage fix six cars going down the side of the driveway. Dane snuck us in through the side door and he led me past their amazing modern looking kitchen, up the stairs, and to his room.

His room looked nothing like I expected it to. He had space posters all over his walls and on the ceiling he had the solar system mapped out. Not painted by a younger version of himself but professionally painted. I was so tired at this point I laid down on the couch in his room and crashed I didn't even bother grabbing a pillow or blanket. When I woke up Dane had given me a pillow and blanket and at that point, I knew I cared about him. In this point of the relationship, I wasn't using him for a social battery I was really his friend.

Awkwardly I woke up before Dane so I went on my phone using Snapchat and scrolling Instagram for awhile. When Dane woke up we went downstairs because the smell of bacon and eggs had made its way into his room. I hadn't even realized how big his house was until I saw it in the daylight, the upstairs hallway had six rooms in it. They had a massive pool in the back yard that was 3 circles put together and the backdrop was one of those makeshift waterfalls.

His parents greeted me like I was part of the family and that was super comforting in the shitty time I was having. I just remember his mom telling me how great of an influence she thought I was on him. His parents adored me...Clearly, a mistake since I end up killing their son. After breakfast, we just chilled on his couch and talked to his parents about Allison's death. They wanted to make sure we were okay, I mean I wasn't but I couldn't project my problem on to them.

For the next couple of days, I just spent time with his family we played cards, swam in his pool, I met a couple of family friends. I had a blast, it was the best effect from a death I could hope for. At this point in the story, I was still let myself believe that the message in blood wasn't for me. Before I knew it, it was Sunday and it was time to go back to college. To be honest, I didn't want to leave, felt safe there and I was having so much fun I hadn't even thought about the killer.

So in my mind, the killer lost his power. If your not actively thinking about someone or something then to you, they simply just don't exist to you. It was a blissful feeling. The blissful feeling that you have when your parents used to let you crawl into bed after a nightmare. Now I was living a nightmare and there were only two ways to escape, give in to the nightmare and no longer see it as a nightmare or die.

We said our sad goodbyes to his family and we left by dinner on Sunday night, I offered to drive but Dane said that he had it. The drive home is important because a key event that gets me thinking about the killer happens. About three hours in Dane was just cruising on the high way when the gas light on and we had to stop for gas. It was around nine pm now so the roads were basically empty. When we got to the gas station I got a horrible feeling my chest. When Dane knocked on the door to the gas station no one answered, there was no one there but us. This was the calm before the storm. Dane was just annoyed about the gas station being closed and I was paranoid.

We decided to leave the gas station get back on the highway and go for the next gas station but we never made it back to the highway. We got to the light before the expressway ramp and I was just sitting there still. All of the sudden out of the corner of my eye I see a car coming toward us. There wasn't even enough time to brace for impact as the car window shattered and my head hit the wall of the car in between the windows. I think I blacked out because I'm sitting here right not thinking about what happened right after that and I cant remember.

When I woke up I was on the pavement... I don't know how I got there but when I looked at the crash site there was only one car...Danes car. The other car had left after he hit us in fear of going to jail. I could see Dane in the cat sill hanging upside down. Both our seat belts had been on but somehow I managed to wake up on the pavement. I got up to go toward Dane but a splitting pain shot down my back to my leg.

I fell back to the ground and looked at my leg, I saw... blood and...bone. Under my knee on the right side, my bone had split and punctured my skin. I could only see red in my left eye but I figured it was from the blood dripping into it. At that moment I hadn't felt much, thee was glass shards in my right side, a bone sticking out, and a gash in my head and I felt nothing.

When I realized no one was going to help us but me, I crawled toward the car. But as I scrapped myself across the ground the glass pieces burrowed there way deeper into my side and every time they went deeper I could feel it. as my flesh tore I continued scrapping myself across the ground until I got to the car. My phone was on the roof of the car since the car had flipped... I don't even know how many times. it was cracked but it still worked, I called the police and they wanted me to keep talking so I didn't go to sleep. Then the calm before the storm turned into... Rainfall.

The call with the police was the least of my worries when the front of the car started to smoke and a spark turned to fire. the car was on fire and Dane was still out cold in the driver's seat.

Chris logged off