Why me?? What the hell did I do that now I find a note saying ‘Ur going to die. Stay away from me so it doesn’t happen earlier.’ And now I’m not going anywhere and not talking to anyone. I wonder what it’s like is heaven though and what everyone is going to say when they find me dead. I know it’s an evil thought but who ever thought of killing me has the eviler mind here. I’m sitting in the kitchen staring at the clock. My parents don’t care about me, my boyfriend thinks hanging around me is depressing and all my friends are staying away from me since Jason (that's my boyfriend by he way)started this rumor about me trying to commit suicide. It’s a rumor I never thought of that!! I mean yeah my life is depressing, drunk parents 24/7 that try and ‘kill’ you but still ‘love’ you and 7 younger siblings who are all whiny but committing suicide???
It’s been like an hour now and still no one has come from behind me, put his icy, cold fingers on my shoulder and stabbed the damn thing in my back… It sounds sorta cool being the victim. I‘ve always thought that but ever told anyone so I guess you’re the first to know. Why is this taking so long geez! I know its sounds retarded that I’m sitting at the kitchen table waiting to die as if I’m going to the movies with prince charming. Where the hell have my parents gone? Usually what happens is they go at like 7:30 p.m. and come back at 5:00 a.m. then sleep but its 3:00 p.m. and they still haven’t come so I guess they are drinking some more but it’s a fact that if you drink more than my parents drink you’re sorta dead… Wow, in my last hours I’m sitting here talking about my parents who don’t give a fuck about me. I should think about what I’m going to write in my suicide note… but who would read it? No one really cares about me anymore so I guess its useless trying to write one.
Crap! I heard this knock at the door and so I went to see if it was my ‘murderer’ (I know it sounds retarded that a murderer knocks at the door…) anyway so I go and mom and dad are standing there grinning like maniacs. Obviously really, really drunk and wanting me to hug them. HUG THEM!!??!! Well I didn’t and so they got pissed and so then they started throwing things at me like the lamp, chairs and all that stuff you read about in the newspaper. So I collected all my brothers and sister and locked them up in at kitchen so mom and wouldn’t kill them. Well you see, then I got this stupid idea that mom or dad wrote that note and were going to kill me now because see I’m standing in front of the kitchen door and mom is bashing my head with a hammer Henry (one of my siblings) left. It hurts like hell but what can I do??
I finally manage to run from the house and figure out that mom or dad did no write that note because they are way to drunk to write even that. So now I’m waiting at this hill for… I’m not quite sure what I’m waiting for but I’m waiting. Shit, I hope the murderer was spying on me so he know where to find me… Shut up Marissa! Dude it sounds like you want to die!! Oh great now I’m starting to talk to my self already…
Then I feel it a cold, icy hand grabbing my shoulder from the back. Just like in Mr. Monk and all the other murder series.
“You wanted this didn’t you? You were waiting for this day to come but were to scared to do it yourself so I’ll do it for you.” A deep voice says.
I know who it is with out looking. Jason. I don’t say anything but wait for the moment to come. The moment the frozen, cold blade cuts into the back of my neck. There it was cold, frozen, icy and sends chill down my spine. For I while I feel nothing then pain goes all over my back and I feel Jason dropping me to the grass.
Then Black.
