Kill me first

Kill me first…I heard it again and again. I couldn’t make out where it was coming from, But I knew what it wanted. Kill me first... Over and over in my head I cued hear it. I couldn’t take it anymore and shot out of bed. My eyes open wide from the night mare I had. I cued still feel the cold sweat sliding down my face and back. Taking a deep breath I looked around my room to see everything was in place. I crawled out of bed and in to the shower to clear my head even further. The voice still ringing in my ears, Kill me first… First what do you mean first? Would you want me to kill others too? The water that ran down my body was like haven. It washed all of my pain and worry’s away.

I got out of the shower and reached for my school idea after getting dressed, but then I remembered it was the first day of summer. I didn’t have to do anything. I smiled as I grabbed my phone instead and went to the kitchen. Browsing through the fridge and finding nothing I closed the door. As I did so behind me I heard a loud noise and spun around. There on the ground were three glass cups. I sighed giving my remarks to gravity. Cleaning the glasses was easy, or so I thought. I accidently stepped on what I thought was one peace of glass, but it ended up being three. They were small and hard to get out of my foot but I did so. It was as if all three glasses wanted revenge on me for switching dish soap.

I went to the living room and sat down as I looked at my phone to see if there were any massages from my mom or dad. They were away on there anniversary weekend together. My mom made shire I had everything I needed to survive three years in to the apocalypse last night as she was being pushed out the door. I shook my head as I heard another noise coming from the hall. A gasp of air left my lips as I looked down the hall and saw the three bedroom doors slung up. I was scared to go down the hall but curiosity got the best of me. As I approached the guest bedroom I noticed the sheets on the bed were all over the ground. Freaked out I grabbed the door knob and closed the door. I than went to my room were three of my posters were ripped to shreds and spread all over the ground. Again I closed the door. I was scared to see what would be in my parent’s room as I walked down the hall. My heart was in my thrght as I approached the door. I looked in to see the sheets torn and all over the room. My mom’s mirror was broken and my dad’s dresser had all of the drores opened. Then on the ceiling and walls were scratches, all with three fingers. I slammed the door and ran to the living room.

I was relaxed on the couch. When I felt the need to sleep. I didn’t want to at a time like this, but I cudnt help it. I feel asleep. Soon my chest began to hurt as the voice came back…Kill me first…Do it now! The pain on my chest became over welming and I forced myself to wake up. With a sigh of relief I placed my hand on my chest, but something didn’t feel right. It was warm and sticky. I looked at my hand to see if something was on it, and something was. Blood covered my hand and chest. I yelled wondering what happened as I ran to my room. In my bathroom I cued see how big the wound really was. It stretched all the way from my right shoulder to under my left breast.

 The pain was almost overwhelming as it began to sting from me trying to clean it. At this point it stopped bleeding and was cleaning it really well. I leaned closer to the mirror to look at the wound better. There I was three claw marks. Right in a row. I almost stopped breathing as from the hall I cued hear a voice. At first I couldn’t tell what it was saying but it got closer and closer to my room. I cued tell it was right behind the door and I cued hear it now. Kill me first… Kill me first…please Kill me first. I was scared out of my mind at this point and didn’t know what to do. I wanted to call the police but my phone was in the living room. I hoped that if it wanted me to kill it that it wouldn’t kill me. I made my way to my door and opened it with the little will I had left. Ready to face whatever was haunting me, but there was nothing there. I walked down the hall not wanting to look back. If I cued gust make it to my cell phone maybe I cued be safe. Even for a little bit. KILL ME FIRST!!! I heard the rawer of its voice right behind me as I turned around and saw a demean like man standing in the hall. I didn’t have much time to look at him or it was it charged me in the hall. I did what I cued and side stepped out of the way. I didn’t know what that thing was but I did what first came to my mind. I grabbed the cross that was hanging on the wall and when it charged me again I stabbed it right in the chest.

It feel to the flood almost howling in pain. I looked closer at it when it stopped moving and looked to be dead. I looked at the hands and there were only three fingers. The ring and pinkeye look as if they were cut off. I looked at the thing laying on the ground and realized it really was dead. I killed it, and I liked it.