The One Life That Doesn't Matter

The One Life That Doesn’t Matter

Introduction

Suddenly, I opened the door, and light flooded the ever so dark room. I rushed inside and shut the door. Darkness once again consumed the room. The only light that was seen was from the crack under the door. And the moonlight.

I ran over to a leather arm chair, and slouched down in it.

The moon reflected onto my long dirty blond hair. The skirt I was wearing had blotches of red on it, and my bra strap was half-way down my arm. I didn’t give a damn.

I was breathing deeply and my heart was beating extremely fast. My adrenaline was pumping out. My eyes darted all around the room and my pupils were unnaturally small. They are coming for me. And there was nothing I or any one could do to stop them.

“I am screwed. I am screwed. I’m screwed. I’m screwed.” I muttered under my breath, “I’m screwed…” I suddenly began bursting out in hysterical laughter, and tears began flowing. “GET A GRIP JEN!” I yelled at myself.

I instinctively reached into my pocket, and felt around. I quickly grabbed the first metal object I found…and then put it back. I reached around some more and found was I was looking for. The object I pulled out beautifully reflected off the moon.

I took the razor blade, that I was holding, and made a deep gash in my forearm. Almost on impact it began bleeding. I dropped the razor blade, as my red blood began to fall onto the floor. The color that the moon added to i, practically illuminated the dark room.

My heart stopped beating as fast, my pupils become bigger, and my muscles all relaxed. My mindset was at rest again. I was calm, once again.

Suddenly a voice came from what seemed like all around me. “WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED. PLEASE DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR.” My heart began beating loudly again, but still not as fast as before. My mind was still calmed, though. I grinned in an evil, hellish smile. I picked up the razor blade, which I dropped, and wiped it off on my dress. The blood created another red blotch.

“It’s time to go,” I said calmly to myself. I reached in my pocket, and took my semi-automatic. I cocked and loaded it, and slowly started walking towards the door. I heard a slight clicking sounds out side the door, which was about four feet away from me.

The light that was coming from the crack was suddenly divided, and I heard some small incoherent sounds.

The door knob tried to turn, but it was locked.

Suddenly, someone yelled, “NOW!!”

Four gun shots went off. Four holes in the door were made. The yellow light spewed in, and divided the darkness.

The first three shots completely missed me. I was extremely lucky. The fourth bullet, skimmed my ear. As the blood began to gush, so did my emotions. Many layers of emotional stress began spilling out, as my life flashed in front of my eyes.

Who am I? Who am I running from? Wondering any of these? Well, listen up. I’ll tell you. This is my story. It is unlike any other which you might read. Although the beginning starts out in a cliché: my whole life was perfect, until a little while ago. Three years if I remember right…

My parent’s limo pulled up in front of our mansion one day. Our butler opened the door and cool air rushed out of the car. I stepped out first.

“Man, it’s hot out here…” I said as I walked out from the courtyard. If my memory serves me right I was only eleven at this time. I had beautiful blonde hair, and my eyes were a radiant shade of blue. My face was clear, and my skin was a perfectly tanned shade of white. My bra size was a B, which was pretty good for an average eleven-year old.

“Yes, there has been an unusual heat wave recently,” said Emma, our top maid. My parents trusted her with a lot, but I always have had a suspicion that she didn’t like them. Sure, she would smile serenely whenever she was around them, but when she was around me she was an old bitch. She was, like, 60 years old or something. Never-the-less she was really old.

“I think that I’m going to go down to the lake today, is that all right with you, mom?” I yelled back. My mom was over by the pool, in a pool chair. She was in her late forties. She had bleached blonde hair, and she had a beer bottle in her hand.

“Ask your father, honey.”

Almost instinctively, my dad spoke up.

“Be home by six.” He was in his robe, with a pipe in his mouth, and he was reading the newspaper.

“Okay!” I responded in a sweet tone. I quickly ran up to my room, grabbed a pencil, and my sketchbook, and then ran down the path leading out of our estate.

About three minutes later I arrived at the lake. The sun brilliantly shone off of the water and created a surreal scene, as if was created by the Gods.

“’WA-sup Jen?”

I turned around and saw my best friend. His name was James. He had toned muscles, brown hair, and deep green eyes. He was holding a soccer ball, and was sweating.

“Nothing much…just here to draw…”

“Again? Damn, you draw a lot…” James looked behind him, and some of his friends were telling him to come back to their game. ”Well whatever….I gotta go…I’ll see you later…” He then ran back, to the soccer match.

Me and James are really tight friends. We aren’t in any type of relationship, though. I wouldn’t mind going out with him, but he just doesn’t understand. A typical guy reaction. Someday I’ll win him over.

“Bye-bye!” I replied, as I brushed some of my hair out of my face.

I leaned back on a tree, and looked at the entire lake and began to sketch. I enjoyed to try to make my pictures ones that warm people’s hearts, and forget all of their feelings of anger or hatred. I would use light and vibrant colors when I actually colored it.

At around five fifty five I decided that it was time to go, so I packed up my stuff. Right before I walked out of the park, I turned around to admire the scene. The little kids were trying to catch frogs, I saw an old man fishing, I saw James playing soccer with some of my friends from school. I thought to myself about how great life was.

When I got home, I put my stuff away, and went to the dinner table. We always had dinner at six. Cooking was about the only thing that we didn’t have a servant for. My parents both enjoyed cooking very much.

I began to get restless at 6:05. I was just about to get up to see what my parents were up to, when I heard thunder. I rushed over to the window. Clouds had filed the sky, and it had begun to rain.

“Damn…” I said to myself, “Now I can’t go outside after dinn—“

“SHUT UP YOU BITCH!” yelled a man.

“Huh…” I turned around, and begun walked towards where I heard the outburst. I left the dining room and walked into the kitchen. I saw what it was, and jumped behind a cabinet, out of view. My parents were fighting.

“Calm down honey…”

“YOU---YOU--YOU WHORE! I KNOW WHO YOU’VE BEEN SLEEPING WITH!”

This was the first time that I actually saw them fighting. All the other times their voices would be quieter then this and they would ask me to leave the room.

“I HAVEN’T BEEN SLEEPING WITH ANYONE BUT YOU! YOU’VE BEEN DRINKING!” yelled my mom

“SHUT UP!” Responded my father. I saw him reach into his pocket, and then some lightning flashed. When my eyesight returned, I saw my dad pointing a semi automatic pistol at my mom.

“YOU WILL FINALLY FEEL MY PAIN!” He yelled.

“PUT DOWN THE GUN!” My mom yelled back.

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” Another bolt of lightning flashed, and then the power cut off. When my eyes got used to the dark in the room, my mother was on the floor, begging for her life.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?” She pleaded.

“BECAUSE I—“ He was cut off, by my mother kicking his groin, and standing up. While my dad was busy grabbing his balls in agony, my mom picked up a knife.

“SEE YOU IN HELL, HONEY!” She yelled, as she stabbed my father in the stomach. My father, took his gun, and hit my mom down with it. He then took aim at her heart. He was twitching, and he couldn’t keep his arm still. There was another flash of lightning, and I heard a gun shot. Then another, and another, and another. Her chest was full of holes, and her body was twitching, eerily.

This is probably the most important moment of my life. My perfect life. The happiness. My parents.

My sanity. They were all gone, and I would never gain them back.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU GODDAMN PROSTITUTE!” He began laughing in the most sickeningly evil tone that I will ever hear. He then pulled the knife out of his stomach. Blood poured out, quicker than before. His whole body from his abdomen to his feet was stained with blood.

Suddenly, something in his mind snapped. The lightning flashed again, and had a mood swing. He began to violently cry.

“I…I… KILLED HER!” He then coughed, and blood came out. He dropped his gun, and held the knife up to his neck.

“I am…” He coughed again, and an unusual amount of blood came out. “finally…” He began to sputter and blood continued to come out.

My tears began to flow constantly, yet I kept my voice low. My mom was dead. And…

“He’s...he’s….he’s going to….going to…kill………himself…” I whispered to myself, over the tears.

My dad spit out some more blood.

“I AM FREE!” He yelled right before he cut his neck. Blood practically exploded out of his neck, as he dropped to his knees. He then fell onto his face, for his eternal sleep. The floor was continually being stained in a disgusting red color.

When I became mindful of myself again, I realized that I was clutching my skirt, and I had ripped it. I trembled a little bit, and got up from my crouching position. As I walked towards their bodies, my feet started to become drenched in blood. I kneeled down next to my dad, and looked at his head. His neck had a huge gash in it. The blood had stopped flowing from there, and it was only dripping now. The area around his mouth also had blood dripping from it. His whole body was stiff as a board, and his eyes were closed. I then looked down and saw a shiny metal object. I picked it up and bushed the blood off of it, using the rip in my skirt.

This was the first time I had ever held a gun. And not the last.

The sight of my parents…both lying dead will never be far from my mind. My mother looked terrified, and my dad looks happy as a clam. Yet, they both seemed to be an eerie stiff trance.

“What the hell has happened here?” I heard a voice say. I turned around, and saw Emma (our top maid) with a lantern. She rested the lantern on the table, and looked in my direction.

I slipped the pistol into my pocket, and began to cry.

“There, there,” she said, patting me on the back.

I saw Emma kneel down, in front of my father’s face.

I then saw her smiling.

The One Life That Doesn’t Matter

Chapter One

Now, unlike the many movies and television I didn’t immediately spiral into a depressionistic state. Sure, I mourned for about a week after the open-casket funeral, but besides that, life continued on.

Well, as much as it possibly could.

A little while after my parent’s death, the lawyer read from my parents Will. Due to legal restrictions, I couldn’t receive my parent’s legacy until I was eighteen. It was also stated that Emma was to be my legal guardian.

About a day after I returned home, suspicions were confirmed that all Emma had wanted was my parent’s money. She would sit on her fat ass all day eating and watching Lifetime movies. She would drink, get angry, and swear. She would usually fall asleep in front of the television.

One day she decided to fire all the other housemaids. She bitched that it was to “cut down on costs”. I now have to clean a 31 room mansion, cut grass on a 5 acre land, and cook all her meals. And balance school in with it.

I have had less time to do anything I enjoyed because of my chores. I would often forget to put on my makeup before school. Many people who I had considered to be my good friends, suddenly abandoned me.

Every night, I would cry myself to sleep.

My life sucked. Many of my friends liked me only for my looks. My other friends have stopped hanging out with me because I’ve been acting too weird, and others because I had no time for sports or other activities any more. My life was consumed with work. Both in and out of school.

As the months continued I began to lose more and more sleep. I was weak, malnourished, and I began to not want to do anything. Ever. My eyes were constantly bloodshot and my clothes always were too small for me. Emma would never let me buy new clothes. She said that they were too expensive.

About one month later, I did something that I would never forget.

I was half-starved, my clothes were dirty and too small for me, my eyes were bloodshot, I was depressive, and I had just finished mowing the lawn. It was 11 PM at night and I was ready to go to bed.

As I walked through the family room, Emma was watching TV. She had gotten fat. Really fat. As I begun walking through the room.

“Hey girl…get me some food…” She said, still looking at the TV screen.

“Nah…I’m getting some sleep…”

Emma actually sat up in her chair.

“Did you just back-talk me, bitch?”

I stopped walking and starred at her.

“I just did all your work. And I do have a name.”

“Shuttap! Your parents would be disappointed in you!”

Suddenly, my heart stated beating and my adrenaline began to rush.

I pictured my parents’ corpses lying on the kitchen floor drench in blood and their vital organs spilling out.

“What the hell did you just say?” I asked angrily, “My parent’s wouldn’t have been disappointed in anything! Y’know why? They didn’t sit on their asses all day getting freaking fat!”

“I CAN SEE WHY YOUR PARENTS KILLED THEMSELVES!”

My pupils suddenly became small. Anger flowed through my blood vessels. All of my tired muscles felt like I had rested for a week. My bruises began to beat. I walked in front of the 78” Widescreen TV.

“Get away from the TV screen bitch!” yelled Emma, as the commercials had ended, and her program was back on.

I suddenly forcefully punched the TV screen. Glass went everywhere and there were a few electric sparks.

“WHAT THE HELL!? YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

“With what? You don’t even pay me for the work that I do!” I yelled back

“We can sell some of your parents antiques! They ain’t alive to object!” She yelled with a smile

“YOU DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT THEM, DO YOU?”

“Nope! They treated me terribly, and now they’re paying for it!”

My tears began to flow.

“But that was…that was….YOUR JOB!”

“SO WHAT!? I’m happy they’re dead!”

Suddenly all my emotions exploded. The pain. The blood. Everything came out. I slowly walked into the kitchen. My entire body was twitching. I threw drawer out. I leaned over, and picked up the biggest and sharpest knife I could find.

“COME BACK IN HERE GIRL!” yelled Emma

I walked in front of her.

“Hey…WAIT…GO BACK…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DOWITH THAT KNIFE?”

I suddenly vented all my anger into the knife…

I lunged towards Emma, and slit her throat! The blood began to spurt out.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” She yelled in pain.

I took the knife, and stabbed her left arm. Blood began wildly dripping out, as I cut the left arm off. I then, stabbed her hard in the stomach and blood started to come out of her mouth…

To be continued…

 

The One Life That Doesn’t Matter

Chapter Two

I first looked at the clock. It was 11:45 at night. I then looked at my hands. They were covered in an eerie blood-red color. It had stopped raining and I looked up.

There, right before me, there it was. The moon reflected off of it, and the reflection shined on me.

There was Emma’s motionless corpse. Her eyes were looking at me. There was no movement whatsoever. Her blood stopped flowing. The blood had spilled from her mouth, there were gashes in her stomach area, and her left arm was barely hanging on. Her neck had been split open, and her head was hanging limp.

I killed her. I had really killed her.

I dropped the knife, and dropped to my knees, crying.

I killed another human being.

The police were later told that a mysterious man had broke in and stabbed Emma to death. But, with a lack of legal guardians, I had to be moved into an orphanage.

The Orphanage was practically falling apart. The building had leaky roofs, unstable floors, and the school barely had enough money for desks. It always seemed cloudy here. I don’t remember one nice or sunny day. The grass surrounding the building was dead, and a brownish color, at that. Everything there seemed broken; the building the school, and the orphans.

Everyday they would force me to go to their school, and sit through eight hours of an unqualified, underpaid, teacher trying to teach a group of society’s misfits algebra. When I would get back to my room, I would cry myself to sleep. I was beginning to loose faith in everything from religion to myself.

My perfect life had been ruined.

One night after eating dinner, I went back up to my room. There was no need to remain downstairs. I had no friends there, and I knew that I couldn’t make any.

When I got into my room, I sat down on my bed, and put my head in my hands. How the hell did I screw my life up? It was all my fault. Everything. My fault. My fault, my fault, my fault.

I began to cry, and threw myself against my bed.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my leg.

“Damn!” I looked down, and saw that my leg had been poked by a spring from my mattress, and was bleeding.

Although I swore at the pain, it felt kind of nice. It felt like there could be getaway from my problems. Nothing could be my fault. Somehow, my life wouldn’t feel bad. I wouldn’t be living in a falling apart, run downed, old house.

I got up from my bed, and walked over to my dresser. I opened a drawer, and looked around until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out a shiny, new, razor blade.

I then returned back to my bed. I rolled up my sleeve. For one moment I thought about my life….then I made a huge gash in my arm.

The blood began to spill out of my arm. It seemed that all the pain was flowing away with it.

As I continued to do this, the effects of it would usually last for a day, but I would sometimes need to do it two or three times a day.

Added to the emotional problems, I began to get my period. It didn’t really effect me too much, but it would occasionally further build up emotional issues.

As the weeks continued on, my condition slowly begun to get worse and worse. My room smelled the sickening stench of human blood. I was malnourished, and I had major blood loss issues. I would use every excuse to stay in my room, and when I was out of it, I would wear long sleeved shirts, so my cuts could not be seen.

I probably would have died, had a family not adopted me.

One Month Later

I was moved into a town called Bone Lake, Wisconsin. It was extremely small, as there were only about 800 people living in the town.

The new family was extremely religious, and deeply worshiped Jesus Christ.

My new dad was extremely loud and annoying. He would sometimes go around the house singing extremely random songs. In the middle of conversations he would just burst out into a song, because he recognized lyrics in the words you may or may not have actually said to him. Have would be hard to talk to about anything, and especially hard to have a serious conversation with.

My new mom was quiet and basically went along with most things that my dad said. So, she was pretty much a bitch. Occasionally, I would see her smoking outside, but that’s about the only thing that she did that my new dad didn’t allow.

My new parents were extremely strict about everything. Anything that I did had to be accepted by the official Catholic Church. And if it wasn’t then I would be punished.

I hate my life.

In my old town, I went to a public school. Although we lived in a small town, it wasn’t as small as Bone Lake. There were about one hundred and fifty students at my school. In this town, there were only a little less than fifty students.

It was my first day at Bone Lake Middle School. I wasn’t nervous, as you would expect. I had always gotten along with people well, so why would I think that this school would be any different?

Not too many people seemed friendly to talk with someone new, so I kept my distance. At lunch, I saw a guy checking me out. He had blonde hair, and was wearing a blue tee shirt.

“He’s checking you out, you know.” I turned around to face, to another girl.

“Ummm…do I know you?” I responded.

“My name’s Robyn.” She had dirty blonde hair, was tall, and had a long face. She was wearing a grey Abercrombie tank top, and some light blue caprice bottoms.

“Do you think he’s cute?” She asked me.

“Yeah…he’s ‘ight.” I responded.

“Oh…just wondering…” She then, got up and walked away.

What the hell just happened? I thought to myself. She didn’t even ask for my name.

About two hours later, I had almost forgotten about Robyn. I met another girl. Her name was Chrissie. She didn’t seem too popular with the other kids and she seemed to be a gossip freak. But, it had been over nine months since I actually had a true friend. I couldn’t afford to be picky.

It was three o’clock, and I was putting my books in my bag. It hadn’t really been all that hard. Being the new student, people let you get away with stuff you usually wouldn’t. I was just finishing up, when I saw some shadows approach me.

I turned around to face five girls. I saw that Robyn girl, at the back of the group. The girl in the front of the group, who I had assumed to be the leader, spoke up first.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Me?” I asked, pointing at myself.

“Who else is around?” I looked around, then realizing the sarcasm, I answered.

“My name is Jen. Who are you?”

“I’m Erinn. You will show me respect.” Said the top girl, as she pointed towards me. Some of the other girls in her posse, nodded, and others continued to stare at me.

“Okay…” I responded quietly.

“My girl over here, “ She said as she hinted in Robyn’s position “said that you were checking my man out.”

That guy!? I thought to myself. He was checking ME out!

“She told me that he was checking me out…” I responded.

“Don’t lie to me!” She yelled, as she kicked my backpack. All the books and everything else fell out.

“Don’t mess with me, bitch. I’ll win. Never check that guy out again. Ciao!” Erinn said, as she walked away, and her posse followed.

After talking to Chrissie, I found out more about Erinn. She’s basically the most popular girl in the grade. When she’s around the girls she’s a bitch. But, when she’s around the guy’s she is the biggest flirt.

The guy who was checking me out, was named Tom. He does a lot sports and is very strong. Erinn wants him bad. Really bad. Bad enough to take down any girl up who gets in her way.

The next day of school wasn’t much better. In fact, it was considerably worse.

The day started out fine. I went to classes as usual. But, at lunch Tom came over and talked to me. We just talked for a while. I laughed at a few of his jokes. He was defiantly hitting on me. He invited me to go watch his next baseball game. I accepted and said that I would go.

I left lunch early that day. He left me and went back to his friends, and I left to get ready for class.

Right before I got back to my locker, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, and suddenly was hit back by a punch to the chest. I fell back, but then caught myself. I looked up, only to see Erinn.

“What the hell were you doing flirting with my man?”

“He was hitting on me!”

“STOP LYING!” She then lunged at me and pinned me up against a wall. She punched me, and then yelled, “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO FLIRT WITH MY MAN!” She punched me again, then the bell, rang and everyone left the cafeteria. She let me go, and I fell to the floor.

The next school day seemed to go especially slow. The hands of the clock seemed to be paralyzed. But, eventually it was 3 o’clock. It was time to go to the game. I decided that I wasn’t going to let a schoolyard bully from letting me go to this game. After all, he had invited me. Right when I got out , I went down to the gym locker rooms, to put my bags away. There was no one else in the locker room. That’s what I thought at first. Until I saw her.

Erinn, was putting her bags away, as well.

Just put your bags away. I thought to myself, as I was opening my locker door. Maybe she won’t even talk to yo…

“What the hell are you doing here?” She yelled in my direction.

I shut my locker, stood up, and looked at her.

“Tom invited me to come.”

“Some bitches just don’t get it.” She muttered.

“What did you just say?”

She began to walk towards me. Then she yelled ,“SOME BITCHES JUST DON’T GET IT!” She yelled, “HE IS MINE. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU NOT GET ABOUT THAT!?” She then proceeded to kick me in my stomach.

Holding my stomach, I yelled, ”HE TALKED TO ME! HE FUCKING INVITED ME!”

“THEN YOU COULD’VE DECLINED!” She yelled as she punched me back, into a bag of metal bats. The bats spilled out, and one hit my head. I looked up at her. I hated her. I hated her personality. I hated her clothing. I hated everything about her. I JUST PLAIN HATED HER. I looked behind me, at the bats. I then looked back at her. She was slowly approaching me.

I had two options. One of them was to run. That’s not the one I picked.

I picked up a metal bat with one hand. Erinn was about a foot away from me, when I jumped up, filled with adrenaline, and whipped her with the bat. She feel back, and I hit her with the bat again. Her nose was broken and she was bleeding.

“STOP! HE’S YOUR MAN! HE’S YOUR--” She yelled, in agony.

I hit her again, and responded by yelling, “? I WAS NEW AND MINDING My OWN BUSINESS!” I hit her again and I heard a cracking sound. Her arm apparently just broke.

“THEN YOU COME AND START BITCHING ABOUT YOUR LITTLE CRUSH!” I hit her with the bat, again.

“AND I’M FED UP WITH THIS!” I hit her several more times until, I dropped the bat and walked up to her. I grabbed her head, and twisted it. I heard a loud snap, and I let go. My heart was beating fast, and I was breathing hard. She was lying on the floor with huge bruises and gashes all over her body. Several teeth appeared to be scattered around, and her head was twisted weird. Blood was coming out from her left eye, where I assumed that I hit her. Her metal earrings had ripped her ear terribly.

All of a sudden, I heard voices.

“SHIT!” I yelled to myself. I jumped over to my locker, grabbed my bag, and ran out of the emergency exit. As the alarm began to scream, I ran out of the campus, back to my house.

Why? Why did I have to kill her?

To be continued…

 

The One Life That Doesn’t Matter

Chapter Three

People. I just don’t understand them.

They can use satellite imagery to pin-point terrorist locations to prevent attacks. They can hot-wire a building with laser trip wires and video cameras so well, that every time a breeze blows in, it’s picked up. Yet, the police cannot catch a simple murder, even with the satellites and lasers and such.

All I did was hide the knife in the backyard, break a hole in a window, put on my bedroom attire, and call the police. When they arrived, all I did was tell them a man broke threw the window, and killed Emma. When I came downstairs (for a glass of water), I found him stabbing her.

The second time needed no cleanup. The murder weapon was already greatly enough stained with blood, and I ran home. By the time I got home, it was only about ten minutes later than usual. I snuck in the back, and hid my blood stained clothes. When interrogated by the police, I told them I saw the same man sneaking around the school, at an earlier time, and they responded by saying that they had received other calls of the same report.

Should I feel satisfied by this? I mean, I got away with the murdering of two people. Was this right? No. It wasn’t right. It just wasn’t right.

As I more connected to the town, I realized that the children of Bone Lake were extremely active outside. People began to play baseball, and the kids started to hang out by the lake. For some reason, I hadn’t really seen the lake before this, which is ironic since the name of the town is “Bone Lake”.

In the southeast side of town there began a huge forest. In that huge forest laid Bone Lake. There was only one official road leading towards the beach. At dusk, the road would be closed off by a cast iron gate. But, before that happened, a good number of people would congregate there after school. People would talk, play sports, and some would fish.

As well as a hangout, the lake meant a lot to me. There was a lake in my old life, as well. Plus, both lakes served as a refuge for me. A refuge from pain, sorrow, school, or in this case, my new parents, as well. I loved the lake, as I loved another person, or maybe more so. The beauty and natural supremacy far surpassed any other feelings I may have had.

On a warm autumn day, the sun would reflect off of the orange-hued trees, and hit the water in such a collision of color, to leave you senseless.

My recent visits to Bone Lake were cut short, for all the parents were paranoid due to the police being on a lookout for a mysterious person. “The Kid Killer”, he was called, nicknamed for the gory murder of Erinn.

After my ‘confession’ to the police, others reported that they saw the man, as well. I find that amazing. Especially because there was never a real man. These people obviously just wanted to be involved with whatever was going on.

Sort of like a Poirot or a Sherlock Holmes mystery novel. The suspects usually are in some big mansion, where there are about 7 or 8 of them. They stay there for about a week, until the mystery ends up solved. They aren’t legally bound, they aren’t getting paid, and they just stay there for the ride.

Y’know, it sort of pisses me off.

Today at school, something happened. It was interesting. I have no really good adjectives to describe it. Just interesting.

The time? It was lunch. I was sitting at my usual table. I really hate being the new kid. Even in a small school such as this. No one knows your name, and it is sort of awkward. So, I was sitting with Chrissie, and she was blabbing about someone or something, that I had completely no interest in. I saw some of the girls in Erinn’s ex-posse looking at me. When I looked back, they looked away, but you could completely tell that they were looking at me. So, I turned back to my lunch, and continued to pretend to listen to Chrissie.

A few minutes later, Robyn came over to me. Chrissie stopped yakking, and brightly greeted her.

“Hey Robyn, what’s up?”

Robyn put her hand up to Chrissie’s face in a “talk to the hand expression”, but instead said

“Leave, bitch.”

Chrissie’s expression looked as if she was holding back tears, but still left without an argument.

“Sorry about that,” continued Robyn, “I just cannot stand that girl! Everything you tell her gets repeated around the school in a day. I swear.”

“I’ll keep that in mind…”

“Yeah, so….you know how the gate to the lake is shut at 6 P.M. every night?”

“Yea…”

“Me and a few other people were gonna go in, like, after then, and, like, hang out. We were wondering if you wanted to hang out, like, with us.”

“I thought your whole posse hated me…”

“Whaaat? Oh riiiight. I remember. We only went along with it, since Erinn was our best friend! Hate you? Nooo!”

“Well then…what time?”

“9 PM. Sharp. Tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

“Good. Come alone, by the way. We already have enough people coming. Don’t want anyone to notice us, y’know?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll see ya there…” Robyn stood up, and walked back to her posse.

When Robyn was on her way back to her posse, I recall her looking back and smiling an evil grin. My memory appears hazy, as in I was distracted. Distracted with what, you ask? The world’s biggest problem: love. Although love has taken on a more serious meaning in the past few years (love meaning that you become categorized in five groups, namely, heterosexual, lesbian, homosexual, bisexual, and antisexual)love, is merely the invisible force that binds humans together. Whether it be your relationship partner, to your friend, you have love. Although love seems like a great thing to have at times, it can also sting like a bitch.

In a world without love, people wouldn’t break up. There wouldn’t be horrible divorces. Cheating on a partner, would be non-existent. But, love isn’t simply between two living beings, now is it? Love for God? What about that?

In a world without love, there would be no religious battles. No racist hate crimes would be committed. All people would work with the same enthusiasm, and morals. There would never be such thing as an underachiever. People would work just to continue living. No one would be excluded out of anything. Prostitution is another ex-factor. With no love of sexuality, then prostitutes would have no business.

Even with love, life is utterly-pointless. So, without love what point in life would there be? Nothing.

But, even with love there is no point in life…and I thought that love was supposed to be a good thing…

After being invited to the after-hours party at the Lake, I had a newfound enjoyment of life. After living in Bone Lake for two months I had decided to finally finish unpacking my bags.

As I finished the first bag, I happily threw it into the corner. Life for me was beginning to get good. I peered out the window. The sun was shining; the trees were that gorgeous orange shade which I like; people were playing baseball outside. A Robin was outside chirping, serenely. What a beautiful day!

“One more,” I said, as I smiled. I needed the perfect outfit to impress the other girls. I opened the second suitcase, and began to put my clothes into my dresser. That bird was still chirping away, just happy to be alive.

Just one night before I had stopped cutting myself, and it had already seemed like an eternity. The many bruises on my arms and legs were finally starting to heel over. I was proud to be depression-free for a day, the longest record I’ve set in a while. I never once stopped and thought of why I was so happy. Was it that the most popular girl in the grade had invited me to hang with her? It was defiantly more than that. Maybe I realized that my life was beginning to repair itself. I was making new friends, I was adjusting to my new community, and I was already caring about my clothes again. That was probably the thought that drove me, as if my past mistakes have been forgotten.

As I reached into my suitcase and pulled out my grey dress, I talked to myself.

“I’ve always liked this outfit…would it be good to wear tommor—“ I felt something. “What the hell is this?” It felt cold and hard. Outside the window, a cloud had moved in front of the sun. I finally pushed the strange object out. It hit the floor with a thud, and the Robin outside, disappeared. As I stared at it, my pupils grew big.

“Shit….shit…shit…I STILL HAVE THIS THING!?” I murmured to myself, as I quickly picked it up, and jumped over to my underwear drawer. I picked up one of my bras, and hid the object in it, and put the bra away.

I was breathing hard, and my heart was beating fast. Why today? Why the hell did I find it? WHY THE HELL DID I KEEP IT!?

The cloud that covered the sun had actually been a rain cloud. There had been a thunderstorm, which had lasted the entire night. Luckily for me, the ground was dry long before night.

It was finally 8:55 at night; time for me to depart. I realized that the only way that I could even have a chance to go out would be to not tell my dad, but instead tell my mom.

“Bye mom, I’m going out!” I yelled towards her. I quickly observed that she talking on the phone. Perfect! She was always distracted when she was on the phone.

“Okay hun…watch out for any mysterious men…don’t stay out too late…so what wer…” She yelled back, and then, almost immediately went back to her phone conversation.

It took me about eight minutes to get to the Cone Lake entrance. I looked at my watch. The time was 9:03 PM. Shit, I’m late!

I hopped the gate, and wandered down the path. After a while I heard some feminine voices.

“No one else’s parents let them come!?”

“Nah; just you and me.”

“Can we do this on our own…?”

“I don’t really know. But what I can tel—“

“SHUT UP! I hear someone coming.”

I walked out onto the beach. The lake that I loved was consumed in darkness. But, not an evil type of darkness. On the other hand, it wasn’t comforting. It was more like seeing another side of someone; not bad, just different. There was a full moon, and it was shining directly off of the lake.

“It’s just me.” I responded.

“Oh. Good.” Responded Robyn, quickly. As my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I could make her features out easier.

“No one else could get out of their houses…because of him…” said another girl. It was Sarah. I never talked to her, but Chrissie one night was telling me all about her popularity.

Although one hardly ever said “The Kid Killer”, it was always assumed.

Robyn slowly walked around, so she was in back of me.

“Or should she say…because of you!”

My heart began to rapidly beat fast.

“Ummm…pardon me?” I responded innocently.

“You know…” said Robyn, “Erinn…”

“What are you talking about?”

“How do we know, you ask? You didn’t show at Tom’s baseball game, yet you had no real excuse…”

“I forgot…”

“LIES! WHAT ABOUT YOUR LOCKER!?” yelled Sarah

“What?”

“Your locker…it was open…” responded Robyn

“You must’ve not heard…we were the ones who found her corpse…” said Sarah

My muscles began to suddenly twitch. My eyes darted side-to-side. I looked back at the forest, and then looked at the lake; as if asking forgiveness.

“It wasn’t me….”

“WE KNOW IT WAS YOU!!” yelled Sarah

“Keep your voice down!” I responded

“No one can hear you. We come here all the time.” Said Robyn

I looked at my feet and made a horrible realization. I was trapped. I couldn’t run. They had got me trapped. Where could I run? My fingernails were digging into my skin. They reached a breaking point, in my skin, and I began to bleed. Suddenly, an electric shock went through my body. My head snapped up, and stared right into Robyn’s eyes. I smiled an evil hellish smile. The moon reflected off my eyes, as if trying to warn her of my instant lust for blood.

“So…you’ve found out my secret….what are you going to do about it?”

Robyn cracked her knuckles and responded. “You will pay.”

“Not tonight…” I muttered.

“What did you say?” asked Sarah

“NOT TONIGHT, BITCH!” I suddenly turned around, and punched Sarah to the ground. I picked her up by the collar of her shirt, I pinned her against a tree, and began to punch her. Blood was flowing from her nose, and constantly streaming down her front side. She continued to remain fairly silent, until I punched one of her eyes in, and it began to bleed. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my back. I dropped Sarah’s body, and fell onto my knees.

Robyn was behind me, with a knife. I stood up and lunged right for her. We tumbled onto the ground, and I heard a snap. I had broken one of her arm bones. I pushed her towards the water, and regained my feet. She was still wincing at the paint of her disabled arm. I wrenched the knife out, and began to stab her. I viscously tore her face up, and began to stab her in the chest. I severed the non-broken arm, and threw it aside. To finish her off, I picked her up, and threw her into the water.

But, I wasn’t done. She hadn’t felt nearly enough pain. My job wasn’t done yet. I walked over to her landing spot and, with my blood stained hands, I grabbed her head, and picked it up.

“I…I…give…” Robyn was having trouble talking, due to her abnormal blood and water consumption, “…give….give up…”

“TOO LATE FOR THAT!” I yelled as I forced her head under the water. As the blood began to stain the water, the bubbles slowly stopped coming up.

“THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG!” I yelled, to myself, in an instant of insanity. My smile widened, as I ripped her head out of the water.

“Th-th-thank y-you…” She muttered.

“FOR WHAT, BITCH?” I yelled as I turned her head, until I heard the snap. I dropped her corpse into the water.

“Now what about the other one?”

I ran out of the water, picked up the knife, and saw a trail of blood running from the tree. I ran after it, until I found Sarah attempting to crawl away. I ripped her body off of the ground, and pinned her up against another tree.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?” She yelled, in agony.

I paid no attention to her cries, and shoved the knife right through her stomach area. It stuck into the tree, and she was kept propped against her living grave.

She began to spit blood, as she tried to talk. I wrenched her head, and pushed it up against the rough bark of the tree. After a minute or two, she began to sputter, and she made coughing noises. After another minute, her body went limp. She had suffocated on via her own blood.

I let go over her body, and backed up into the road to observe my doings.

The lake was clearly visible in a hue of red blood, and the blood was drenched over the pathway. My heart, which had slowed down, began to beat faster than before.

Why do I keep killing people? What should I do? THEY’LL SURE AS HELL CATCH ME THIS TIME! I’M A SERIAL KILLER NOW. I’M GOING TO GO TO JAIL…I suddenly, without thinking, ran over to Sarah’s body, reached inside of Sarah’s dead corpse’s stomach. I ripped the knife out, and cut my arm.

My pupils regained normal size again, and I realized that I needed an escape plan.

I needed to clean the blood off of myself. I observed that there was a bloodless part of the lake, so I dived in.

I glanced down at my watch. It read 9:35 PM. I needed to be back before 10. I picked up the knife, threw it into the lake, and began to run back home.

About four minutes later, I returned home. Right before I was about to jump inside, I had a realization. I was all fucking wet. I tried to dry myself off, but it seemed futile. I had a quick idea, and rushed into the house.

“MOM!” I yelled, in a scared tone of voice.

“WHAT!?” she yelled back.

“I walking by – not in – Bone Lake, and I heard a scream and then a mysterious man, dressed in black, was running away!”

Yep, I did it again.

I lied.