I froze as the terrors lay within the note. Written on it was “You’re Next” along with a picture of a disfigured face of a girl, stained with blood. It had been happening for the past month, first starting with pictures of me, and then rising to photos of the girls he had killed. I had gone to the police, but they didn’t pay attention. They concluded that it was just a stupid prank. I had stopped going to them after the fourth note. I knew that he wanted to kill me. And no one was doing anything about it. Then after a while, my parents and friends’ forgot about it. But to me, it appeared like each image and every note was embossed on my mind. I repress those thoughts out of my head, as I get ready to babysit five-month old son, Michael, every Friday. But when I got there he was already asleep, so I sat down on the sofa and turned the TV on. After a while, my phone vibrated in my hand and it was a text from Christian, my boyfriend. >Hey baby. Miss you. Wanna hang? *Can’t Babysitting. >Ok. How about a pic? Suddenly, the baby started to cry upstairs, so I quickly snapped a picture and sent it to him. By the time, I had gotten upstairs, Henry had stopped crying, and had fallen asleep again so I let him be and went back downstairs. Only to find that I had three new messages and 3 missed calls from Christian. I called him as fast as I could, puzzled. “Elena! Thank God you’re alright! Who the hell is that guy?! Is this supposed to be some joke? Because it really isn’t funny.” I was still confused. “What guy are you talking about? I’m here alone. There is no guy.” “In your picture. You didn’t see?” “What?” I put Christian on hold, and then went to my pictures. Scanning the recent picture I had just taken earlier made me ... ... middle of paper ... ... suddenly, his head whipped around to the corner of the room. “But daddy!” he said, in a childish tone. He flinched. “Okay, daddy I won’t,” Christian grabbed me forcefully, and carried me onto the bed. Pulling out ropes from the floor, he tied both of my hands to the metal railing of the bed. ** I don’t know how long I lay there, when Christian return. “Get up,” he growled, unshackling my wrists and tossing me roughly over his shoulder. I winced as my bruised ribs were hit again. “Time for your next test.” “Remember the time you told me you hated needles?” he asked me, coming over to where I lay, and resting the bin on my stomach. “You made me come to the doctor’s office with you, to hold your hand, because you were afraid.” I stayed quiet and watched as he pulled out a large syringe from the bin. “To be afraid is to be weak, and we can’t have that.”
“I was all bandaged up. But they had told him about it… ‘have given more than your life.’ What a speech!”
"You're afraid of your own son," she cried, struggling. "Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming."
...nd for the mask and held it over her face. The doctor moved the dial and watched her. In a little while it was over. “It wasn’t much,” Catherine said.
unusual that a syringe was found in a bathroom. He questioned Dr. Swango who denied
“No!” Heller roared, not able to believe his eyes. “Kid you’re going to be alright…”
He yanked to one side, and then the other, bringing out the tears. I squeezed my mom’s hand as it continued. I struggled and moaned but it wouldn't stop. I cried like a maniac for the pain to stop.
"Selena Gibson" the nurse called out after opening the closed door. I stood up and quickly moved forward toward the nurse. Stepping through the door I was ask to turn to the right and go down the hallway. Walking down the long stretch dragging my feet along the way I was scared to find out what the doctor was going to say. Turning to the left the room looked impersonal and cold. I was asked to seat in the chair and wait till the doctor came in with the results.
My heart instantly dropped. “What about Quenette?” I stammered. I jumped up from my seat in the living room. “Who is on the phone?”
“I guess he still at the church or on his way home. His car wasn’t in the garage when I got here” I told her as I finished cooking dinner.
“Chris, where is everyone? Are you okay?” I say kneeling down to his face where I wipe away the tears. I start to hear the sirens getting louder, which means it is getting closer and I know I need to get all of us
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
We had all just got back from Des Moines. Alivia, Lexi, Brianna, and I wore sitting on her bed. Our faces lit up with blue because we were on our phones. It was really late I think maybe eleven o’clock. When I glance up and watch the bathroom door creep closed. I freaked out about it trying to scare everyone else. Alivia basically sits on me. Pulling a mound of blankets over our heads. Everyone is screaming and Brianna’s mom, Keri, runs into her room. Then the door opens slightly and that’s when I actually panic. I cling to Alivia and yelling, “Did you see that?” Keri looks very concerned about us and has fear in her own eyes as she jumps into bed with us. We all don’t know what to do. All of us are telling Keri to go look while we hide under the blankets. My mind is racing I personally don’t want to go check because what if there’s a killer in the bathroom. All I can think is I’m too young die.
Before I could even get one step on the wooden stairs he grabbed me by the wrist and yelled,” You should not have done that little boy.”
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.
“Hey! Don’t be an infant”, I said, as he stood up and started walking towards the hallway.