Killing the Killer

Killing the Killer

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“Okay, Alice, listen to me carefully,” My mom lectured me, in a patronizing way, for what felt like the millionth time. “I’ll only be ten minutes as I’ve just gotta grab something from the store. Don’t leave the car okay? I’m gonna leave the car unlocked but I don’t wanna come back and you’re not here. I really won’t be long though.” She stood up from the seat, pushing the car keys into her pocket and leaning her towards the direction of the back seats. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay on your own?” “Yes mom.” I responded, lifting my head up from being buried in my phone, looking at her. “You can come with me if you-“ She began before being cut off by my not so discreet eye rolling. “Okay I’m leaving. I won’t be long.” With that, she lifted her head out of the car and pushed the door shut, allowing me to hide behind the tinted windows of the car. It was at that moment that time suddenly slowed down. I began to scroll mindlessly through my Facebook newsfeed, not entirely paying attention, until my eyes were slowly shutting. The car made a quick click noise and I was now locked in. “Help me!” A sudden high pitched scream jolted me from the sleep I had nearly surrendered myself to. Another scream sounded, but this time it was far more muffled. I tilted my head to the direction I thought the source of the scream would be. I was correct, as less than 10 meters from the car a petite woman was being dragged into the bushes. Her mouth was covered by a stranger’s giant hand. My eyes widened as I watched the scene in front of me. Panic set in as I began to watch her struggling. I started to bang against the windows, screaming out but it was useless. They couldn’t hear me…
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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