My eyes sparkled at the sight of the candy's. My mother opened another package and let the sweets fall into the bawl. How can be there so many colors and shapes of simple chocolate? My hand slowly reached for one chocolate bar as my mother turned her back my way, yet my plan got ruined by my father. He smirked as he snatched the candy out of my hand, before I even had the time to open it.
"Thank You", He simply said and unwrapped the chocolate from the blue paper, before throwing it into his mouth. I glared at him as I folded my arms over my chest, that was mean. He ruffled my hair, giving it a kiss and proceeded to walk towards the sofa. My eyes followed his every step, my opportunity to get another bar was unfortunately destroyed due to the time. My mother picked the bawl up and brought it to the table, which was located next to the front door. I sigh, waving at the sweets as a 'goodbye' .
"(Y/n)!" My head turns towards the living room. My dad stood in front of the window, watching someone I believe.
"Yeah?" My legs carried me towards him, curious about his suden behavior.
"Ain't it your friend?", He questioned as he pointed at a specific boy, who held some roses in his hand and just stood there creepily.
I tried to recognize the face, since it was to dark to instantly see, who it was. Turns out it was my neighbor Michael.
"It's Michael, but we aren't friends anymore", I admitted sad and leaned against the frame. My fathers eyes glanced my way and got down on one knee, looking directly into my (e/c) eyes.
"Why's that? Did something happen between the two of you?", He asked, one of his hands placed firmly on my shoulder.
"We had a argument...", I answered in barely a whisper. One of my hands cares my arm, somehow I felt uneasy to talk about it and my Dad instantly caught on to that.
"Listen my crazy little monkey", he poked my belly, causing me to giggle and lighten up the mood instantly, "judging by the flowers in his hands, it seems like he came to apologize for whatever happened between you."
I nodded my head, glancing towards Michael and then at the roses in his hand "I won't tell you what to do, but let me tell you one thing: it takes a lot of courage to apologize for his mistakes."
"I know...I will listen to what he has to say", I answered smiling. My father ruffled my haired yet again and then walked into the kitchen.
I sigh as I took one last glance at Michael before I gather enough courage to face him.
My hands reached for the door handle and with one swift move, I opened the door. Michaels eyes were focused on mine as I approached him, the grip on the roses tighten. I grew nervous with each step I took and Michael seemed to get more tense.
"Did you came to apologize?", I asked nervously as my legs came to an hold. Michael chuckled under his breath, his eyes leaving mine only for a tiny second. A smirk was forming on his lips as he held the roses my way without saying a word. He was just analyzing me, and that was kinda creepy. I reached out for the roses, a bit hesitated though. Before I could take them from him, his other hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. His eyes glared into my very own and a dangerous aura seem to take place at this very second. My eyes only analyzed him, I was to afraid to pull my hand back, to afraid that he might do something to me. I remained silent.
"You think I came to apologize?", He questioned as his grip around my wrist tighten.
"Ouch! Michael! You're hurting me!", I yelled and began to struggle, yet it was no use. His grip didn't lose one bit, it was terrifying. He suddenly began to pull me with him towards his house. I began to panic and bit into his hand, as I saw that as my only option to make him lose his grip on me. He hissed in pain as he retreated his hand, the roses fell to the ground and I was pushed into the mud, ruining my costume.
"Fucking Bitch", He cursed as he held his hand and glared down to me.
"You left me no choice", I answered as I slowly got up, "what do you want. Why are you here...?"
"It was a simple Test." His dirty blonde hair began to fall over his face.
"A Test?", I muttered confused.
"Yeah, a Test, which leads to my final decision."
"Michael you talk nonsense, what is wrong with you?!" My hands slowly reached out to him, trying to calm him down since his breath became heavy and raged.
"You will die."
"Huh?!" My eyes widen at his statement.
His hand smacked mine away and his other pushed me down again. I shrieked at the suden fall. He left me no time to get up, he got down, his body trapped mine and his hand kept my mouth shut so no unwanted attention seem to draw his way. I whimpered and tears began to fall. The words that escaped my mouth came out muffled and my struggle seem to not affect him at all. I was beyond terrified, how can noone see what's happening here to me right now?!
He sigh, his other hand slowly caressed my cheek, whipping some tears away at the process.
"Oh (Y/n)...I've always liked you." His voice was darker as usual, I wasn't even sure if this was even Michael.
"It's a shame that you're like the rest of these people...roten", his face came closer, a knife suddenly was in his other hand, "...sluty", he pressed the knife to my cheek, mocking me at the process, "...and a fucking liar."
I only shock my head in response, I was none of these things and he should know that.
"Even now you're lying, aren't you afraid to die?", he questioned, scanning my facial expression as I began to panic, silently begging for him to stop.
"Tsk. Who knows, maybe we could have been happy together...but maybe you and Wesley deserve each other." His hand left my mouth, waiting patiently for an answer.
"W-What do you mean!? P-Please don't k-kill me.....P-please...", I cried out as I faced away from him, closing my eyes.
His hand squeezed my cheeks together and pulled my face his way again, making me face his furious glare.
"I'm talking about you being all buddy buddy with Wesley. Pretending to care for me, but in the end I should've known..." he faced my house with tears forming in his eyes "...no one cares about me."
I wasn't sure why my emotions suddenly changed from fear to regret. I wanted to hold him, hug him till all his tears left his system and talk with him till his very last problem.
"It doesn't matter. Not anymore. I know what I've to do.", he spoke up and raised the knife.
"MICHAEL! PLEASE-" His hand covers my mouth again, preventing me from calling out for help.
"I can only be happy when every person dies, who harmed me. Wesley is gone and now...its your turn." My eyes widen at his statement, Wesley is dead?!
My eyes scanned my surroundings, trying to find anything I could use to defend myself, but the only things that could help me were out of my reach. I noticed the roses next to us. They were covered in blood, the blood of a poor soul who left us way to early. Could I have prevented that from happening? Would Wesley be still alive if I would've showed up? These and more questioned seem to cross my mind, why would I spent my last seconds thinking about that? Maybe it was regret, sorrow...either way, I should focus on getting out of this situation right now. I wished that this would be just a horrible nightmare. That Michael wasn't a murderer, that he wasn't about to kill me. If this is a nightmare, I need to wake up. Please let me wake up, please...
"Goodbye, my love. Rest easy." His knife targets my chest. I didn't struggle anymore, I simply closed my eyes and waited for the impact...and then it came.
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Signs Of The Past
Fanfiction-=○=-=●=-=❤=-=●=-=○=- The murder on the 31th October filled the town Haddonfield with fear. A boy killed his sister and her boyfriend in cold blood. The worst thing about this situation is, that he was the classmate from (Y/n) (L/n). He hated each a...
