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.
