My pen moved across the milky white paper, leaving behind a variety of black lines. The unusually cool air blew a gentle gust of wind, causing the leaves to dance wildly and the birds to fly away. "There goes the scenery." I thought aloud. I dusted the dirt off my backside and began slowly walking to school. I was in no hurry, I didn't really enjoy school and so, I took my time. I took in my surroundings, the smell, the sight, the sound....It was remarkable. A few moments later, my feet met the end of a steep hill, which meant that the school building was on the other side. I slid down and landed on my feet, directly in a mud puddle. Unfortunately, I hadn't counted on anyone being there yet, so, imagine my surprise when I saw a pretty, rich-looking blonde girl covered in mud glaring at me! She began yelling things at me, although I am not quite certain what they were. I seem to have a knack for tuning things out, no offence, but, I like my eardrums. In order to avoid an unnecessary quarrel, I mumbled an apology and left to class. Due to this being a small town, the school was also small. It was made of two classrooms. One was for children from ages 5-11 and the other was for children from the ages 11-16. It was just your typical, small southern town. "Zofia, Zofia!!" I snapped out of my trance, only to see the scowling face of my teacher inches from my face.
"Sakura! My name is Sakura; it's nice to meet you." He said as he stretched his hand out, awaiting mine to reply. I didn't. If it was one thing I knew, it was that I could never have friends. I'll think alone, live alone, and die alone. "Isn't Sakura a girls' name?" I queried, hopefully this would get him off my back. He stood there, quietly for a moment, looking down at his feet, which must have been very interesting; then he looked up and smiled a big, goofy smile. "Yeah, my mom and dad wanted a girl, so, now that's my name." He confessed, still smiling. I felt my face increase in temperature. Holy shit was I blushing! In fear that he might see my natural rough, I quickly spun around. Too quickly, for when I did, I ended up falling flat on my face. Great, he won't notice it if my entire face is covered in dirt! I stood back up almost as fast as I'd fallen, but ended up wishing I hadn't when I saw Sakura looking through my sketch book. He seemed intrigued, sort of like when a teenage boy is first introduced to play boy magazines. I snatched the book out of his hands, earning another one of his confused looks. "I don't see why you're so embarrassed." He stated. "You are very good." "Well I don't see why you insist on looking through my stuff!" I replied. I was getting angry. Not because he looked at my drawings, or because he insisted on talking to me, but because I kept blushing!
I giggled at his self-accusation, which, in return, made him laugh. It was weird-Being laughed with instead of being laughed at. He then began to twiddle his fingers in a nervous fashion until finally, I just exclaimed "Why are you acting so nervously?" in my oh-so gentle voice, which caused him to start rambling like a student throwing excuses at his teacher whom is about to chew him out for forgetting his homework. "Nothing, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something-That's all." He managed to spit out. Wait, was he asking me out? I was so deep in confusion, that I didn't even realize Sakura was still talking. "....I could cook dinner, maybe....Are you listening? H-e-l-l-o-o!" I quickly snapped back to reality, coming face to face with Sakura's hands being waved frantically in my face. "Huh? Oh, sorry. Yeah, sounds great...You cook?" I queried, for it was pretty rare to see a guy who was gifted in the culinary arts. "Well, yeah, so...Is it a date?" He asked, uttering that last word carefully. So he was asking me out. After about a half hour of an awkward conversation, we eventually left to his house. Once his home came into view I became impressed. His house wasn't huge or anything, but, it was so beautifully cozy. This picturesque domicile was only made more amazing with the lovely shrubs, multitude of flowers, and lush grass. All I could do was stand there.
Well, aren't you going to come in?" Sakura inquired, already holding the door open for me. So, without hesitation, I hurried into his house. Once I stepped inside my nose decided to take over-Leading me to a smell that made my mouth water. Jokingly, Sakura tapped my hand with a wooden spoon and scolded me for sticking my nose in the food-Sounding much like my mother. Oh, speaking of which... "Oh, sorry Sakura, I think I should probably get back home. My mom-"
The smell of decaying bodies filled my nostrils, causing my very psyche to gag. I quickly closed my eyes-wishing the corpses would disappear from my thoughts. My mind raced frantically-part of me was trying to convince me that this was all just in my imagination and another part of me kept telling me to run. But, I didn't know which voice to obey.
"What's wrong Zofia? You seem like you're in a rush." Oh god, did he see me go into that room? I have to think of a quick response. "Uhhh" was all that came out. "It's fine, the food should be ready." After informing me, he made his way towards the wooden stove and poured something reddish over rice. "What is that?" I queried, eyeing the delicious smelling dish. "Japanese curry." He answered. Whilst he busied himself with serving drinks and such I noticed his wardrobe. The cuffs of his shirt were stained brown and his pants had several mud stains-A drastic change from his earlier, clean attire. He set the two plates on the table, sat down and shoveled a big spoonful into his mouth. I too began to eat, just not as enthusiastically. "Sakura…" I began tentatively, "What were you doing outside for twenty minutes-I thought you were just going to get something." I looked up from my eyelashes at a now-nervous-looking Sakura. He gulped down what he had in his mouth and answered nonchalantly "Nothing worth mentioning." He was hiding something….I just knew it! Another thing I noticed was that his parents were nowhere to be seen. "Where on earth are his parents?" Oh shit, did I just say that out loud! "I'm sorr-"
Flash back-Sakura's point of view-eight years into the past:
It was like I was no longer myself, every sense I had was gone-Fear, love, everything. All I knew was that I wanted more of it-more of the beautiful crimson fluid. "Oh, shoot! I pricked myself…I'll go to the kitchen and stop the bleeding." I tried to apologize, but she merely told me that it was just a small jab and it was partially her fault. Once we were in the kitchen she pressed a small cloth onto the wound. It caused a small, red circle to appear on the handkerchief. It was beautiful-Then, I realized something terrible. It was almost gone-She was mopping up all of the blood! No, that couldn't happen! Barely conscious of my actions, I picked up a knife, staring at it intently but nothing going through my head. I rubbed its smooth exterior until, before I knew it, I had stuck it into her tourso. The liquid fell from the gash and trickled down her lower back. When she collapsed to the floor I could only stare in wonderment. She was growing paler-and her eyes, dimmer. It was as if her very life was drained from her. It was lovely.
End flash back.
My Hands felt slippery underneath his; I could barely breathe. Was I crazy, or was a murderer proposing to me? His grip began to tighten, causing me to wince. "Please Zofia, I need you." His amber eyes were deep with sorrow. He really did love me. And to be honest...I...loved him too. I loved him, although we'd just met this afternoon-I loved him, but I was scared. Multiple thoughts swam through my head. He's so nice. He'll kill me! He loves me. He's a sadistic murderer! Some were trying to convince me and others served as warnings-But, I didn't know what to do. And what could I do? I had no one to go home to. That's right. He killed her. But...Why? I had to find out. So, after a few minutes of mental preparation, I spoke.
"Sakura....I saw it-Your brother's room-I think it was, anyway. So," Tears were beginning to fill my eyes and blur my vision. "So, why did you kill her?! Why did you take my mother from me? If you love me-Then, why-Why'd you do that!?"A serious expression then fell upon his face. "I did it for you my love. I knew you'd leave and go back to her-I knew you'd leave me just like everyone else tried to." The image of the piles of corpses plagued my mind. The others...?
"I love you Zofia and I want to keep you all to myself." Ok, I was scared before, but now I was terrified! If I didn't leave soon there's no telling what he'd do-I don't even want to think about it! My heart's speed rising, I threw the dish at his face. It broke in contact with his face, the hot substance probably burning his fresh wound. Without a moment of hesitation, I scrambled to my feet and ran to the door. I ran faster than I ever had in my entire life. Footsteps advanced behind me-They sounded like they were running-or rather chasing after something-Me. I was in a state of horror-So much so that I wasn't thinking logically. Instead of running to my house, I ran deeper into the familiar woods I often sketched. It looked so much more different at night. The scenery went perfect with what was going on-A typical "murderer chase scene" setting.
Once I was deep in the woods, I slumped down next to a large pine tree, hugging my legs close to my abdomen. Footsteps came closer still-There was no point in running, they were right behind me. I was going to die tonight and I knew it. Tears spilled, my breath quickened and the steps grew louder. An eerie "thump, thump" resounded throughout the area- Sweat began to drip from my forehead as the unbearable noise grew louder, although at this point I wasn't sure if it was my heart beat or the stomping of my admirer/murderer. The noise grew louder and louder and louder, until I thought I'd surely go insane. I couldn't think, nor could I move-No matter how many times my mind pleaded my legs wouldn't budge. I awaited death and it came to me with a smile on its face.
For a while, everything was dark and a bit cold, but after some time I began to notice my surroundings. My head ached and I couldn't move my arms. Were they broken? No, there was something restraining them, but what?
I tried to pull my hands lose from the rope bounding them, but it was no use. I struggled and struggled harder and harder, but the only "rewards" I got were rope-burns decorating my wrists. I pulled my body upward so that I was now sitting right side up. "Zofia, darling, I've been so worried!" The voice was rejoicing and melodic and oh, so menacing. There was only one word in my mind right now-Death…Something that was bound to happen soon...If I'm lucky. He knelt in front of me and stroked my cheek with the gentle care of a new born's mother. His hands traveled along my body-Messaging my shoulders and stroking the back of my neck. He was trying to comfort me. I looked wearily at him and then at the restrictions. "Oh, that. Don't worry; this was just the most…Humane way to keep you from escaping-Well, easilly at least." His soft lips pressed against my cheek; before I knew it I was off of the ground and in his arms. "Oh darling, I love you so much." He cooed, bestowing a second kiss upon my forehead.