The Girl Pt. 5

The Girl Pt. 5

I listened to the thunder rumble. I was shivering as I stood outside. Feeling the wind blow. Watching the leaves fall to the ground. It was Halloween. Josh’s birthday. He would be nineteen today. I walked down the sidewalk to his house. His mother and father were sitting on the porch. They recognized me. “ Emily, why don’t you get out of the storm dear?” His mother said to me. I nodded then walked up to their porch.
“ Thankyou.” I said in a whisper. Josh looked like his father a lot. I never realized that before. “ How’ve you been Emily?” said his dad. “ I’ve been alright.” His mom knew that I wasn’t. She could always read me easily. “ Would you like some tea?” I shook my head. “ No. I… I have to go the store then head home.” His mom nodded. “ Just wait…” she went inside. After a couple minutes, I heard the door open again. She came out with a book. It was the locked journal that only Josh and I have a key to. “ Here. We can’t seem to get it open.”
I took the worn leather book. “ Okay.” I said quietly. All of our thoughts, our plans were in this book. Maybe he wants me to finish the journal. I walked to the store and bought a dr. pepper and a slice of pizza. Then, went right to my room when I was home. I quickly looked through my closet for the key. Once I found it, I placed it in the lock, heard the click and opened the book. The first page was from our freshman year in high school. “ We were strange.” I said to myself laughing. I turned to the page last written on. Joshua had started to write, but never finished it. And I can see that he had ripped a piece out. I wonder what that page could have been.
I decided to read his final thought. Or at least, what he had written down of it. It was on August 29th. The day before the accident. I turned the cd on, but quietly now. I didn’t want my mom barging in. “The time will come./ You will be defeated./ I won’t let you see behind my mask./ For if I do,/ you’ll run and hide./ You’ll never be my lovely bride./”
My hands began to shake as I read what he had written. For the first time, I wanted to cry. Let it all out. I wanted to die. I didn’t want this passage to end. But it did. Because he died. He won’t ever get to finish it! I must finish it for him! I will. But, not right now. In time. In time Joshua. Your entry will be finished. I decided to hide the hit list inside the journal. No one would ever find it there.
I felt sleep coming on. I yawned, dressed for bed, and laid down. It was around midnight. It was still storming. Joshua had woken me up to tell me the revisions on the hit list. Madison would be the first to go. And she would go tonight. I could feel Joshua’s word go through my veins. Just like a drug. I couldn’t stop listening. “ Okay… I’ll do this.”
I tiptoed downstairs and snuck outside. I made my way into Madison’s house so easily. It was to good to be true. I put sleeping pills by her dresser and made her overdose. Joshua wanted it to be that way. I didn’t leave a finger print. Not a strand of hair. And even if she would have lived, she couldn’t point me out because I was hidden ever so carefully. The evil deed number one was done. I went back home. Watched my hands of invisible blood, just to give myself the full effect and went to sleep. This time, with a smile.


“ Okay.. Emily.” Mrs. Kelly rubbed her head. “ Please, cooperate with me.” I looked at her. “ I am cooperating. I’m giving you how I feel, I’m letting you in my head. I’m telling you everything.” She shook her head. “Your speaking in code.” “ It is code to those who don’t understand.” I said, as I quoted my Joshua. I nibbled on a cookie as she wrote down what I had said. “ You’re a very smart girl Emily. But, your acting foolish.” “ I’m only seen as a fool to those who don’t understand.” I grinned. I loved this. She put her pen down. “ Why don’t we take a break?” She walked out of her office to Mr. Wagner’s office.
She came back with a face of grief. “ Oh… wow. This is such a tragedy.” I heard her say to the lady at the front desk. “ Emily… I need to call this session short. Madison Lucas’s parents will be coming in to talk with me.” I looked shocked. “ They never come here.” “ This is a different situation Emily. Probably one that you can relate to.” “ How could I possible relate to anything  of there’s?” She put her coffee cup on her desk. “ Madison Lucas committed suicide last night. Over dose on sleeping pills. They lost their only child.” I held back my smile. “ Oh.” That’s all I said before getting up and walking to my next class.
I hope Joshua is proud of me. I really hope so. Mr. Jacobson had received the news of his little pet’s death. “ Class… let’s have a moment of silence for Madison Lucas.” The class stood and bowed their heads. I sat in the back, head up. Rebellion of mine. “Another change on our hit list Emily darling. Mr. Jacobson should go next. We don’t need his shit. He’ll be putting the blame on us. Make us look like the bad guy…” My eyes widened at the sound of Joshua’s voice. He was right about that though. He would make my life hell if I let him live. I just didn’t know how to do this deed. Especially, since we’re at school. All these witnesses.
“ Come on… give me directions.” I said to myself. The class began to sit down. “ Today, you will have to write a poem about something deep inside of you. Let all your emotion out. I want to read poems that will make me cry.” Mr. Jacobson said. I was waiting for a violin to start playing. I took out a sheet of paper and wondered what I could write about. Then it hit me.

I’m haunted
By: Emily Redrum

I try to sooth myself to sleep.
I fight the urge to weep.
I try to hear you.
I try to hear you loud and clear.
Forgetting you is what I fear.
I feel your breath upon my neck.
I feel my heartbeat quicken as you appear.
Your standing there, in front of me.
A smile so clear.
You hold out your hand.
I go to take it.

You disappear.
I’m alone.

I’m haunted.

We had to read our poems in front of the class. Everyone just looked at me with an odd expression. I just followed Mr. Jacobson’s directions. Now, I was waiting for Joshua’s directions. It was lunch time. Everyone knew that Mr. Jacobson left for lunch. I listened to Josh’s directions. So loud and clear. Ringing in my ear. I loved his voice. He would make a great vampire. The plan was set. Everything was perfect. Flawless. I couldn’t wait for everyone to get the news that this teacher had committed suicide following his little young pet.
Ha! I felt so good. Is this what happiness feels like? I watched from the cafeteria, Mr. Jacobson pull out of the parking lot. He was turning down the street in the direction of his favorite Italian restaurant. The one where his little pet once worked. No one knew that he wasn’t going to come in smelling like garlic, to teach his afternoon classes. It was so evil. So… exhilarating.
I went to the nurses office with a headache today. She gave me a pass to leave early. I told her it must be from all the excitement going on. She nodded then let me go. I went home and read Josh’s unfinished passage over and over again for an hour. I wonder what the ripped paper…. Then it hit me. The note he gave me. I dug through my desk to find it. Sure enough, the un-opened letter came from the book. Was this the finish of his passage? That wouldn’t make any sense. I did not want to open the letter. Not right now anyway. Those were Joshua’s orders. He said that I cannot open the letter until the hit list is over.
I obeyed him. He had my full trust. My mom came into my room. “Emily Honey… we need to talk.” I sat up. “ Hmm??” “ We need to talk.” She had a sad look on her face. “ You know your principal, Mr. Wagner?” I nodded. “He died honey. He had a heart attack. He was having dinner with your father and he just fell over.” She had tears in her eyes. I may not have mentioned before, but my mother dated Mr. Wagner in high school. He was her first love or some crap like that. But, what I was really thinking is, way to work from the underworld Joshua.
“ Oh mom. I’m.. .uhm… sorry.” I thought it was weird how fast he wanted these people to be killed. “You don’t seem sad about it.” “ Why would I? Old guys keel over from heart attacks all the time.” She sobbed. “ Your heartless.” She walked out of my room. I smiled. “ Wow.. Joshua.” I said looking at the floor. “ The underworld must be great.” Just then, my cd player turned on and on repeat I heard, “ Don’t worry my dear. I’ll haunt you. I’ll haunt you forever baby. You’ll never be alone.” I laughed like the evil villain I was. We were accomplishing our dreams!! Making everyone live through hell. As we sit back and watch our puppets do as they were told. Oh the power!! I feel refreshed.
I let the words repeat. His voice filling up the room now. “ I know you’re here.” I said into my dark room. I lit a candle not expecting to see what I saw. It was him!! It was a ghost. I could tell because the as soon as I blinked he disappeared. I wanted to see him again. I needed to. I wanted ask what the underworld was like. I wanted to ask so many questions. I wonder what will happen when I join him. I mean, he looks the same as the day of the accident. Young and everything. If  I die of old age, wouldn’t that be weird?
I drifted to sleep. I could of sworn that Josh was alive. I mean, the dream I had. It seemed like reality. I never want to wake up. I want to stay here. In my head. Where things are okay. Sure the buildings are burning and everyone is running frightened. But, there frightened of the two of us. We’ve finally become vampires. Here to take over the world. The way we’ve always planned.
I skipped school today. I played the sick card. I didn’t feel like seeing people whining and crying over some jackass. I know Mrs. Kelly wont be happy with me. I can’t say I give a damn. I had work to do. I had to make a new list. That was Joshua’s orders.

Take out Mrs. Kelly.
Take out Trevor.
Take out my parents.
Take out your parents.
Take out the rest.

That was the new hit list. He said that this is the final draft. After we finish them off we’re home free. Sanity was slipping away from every day. I laughed when people were hurt. A little child was riding a bicycle down the street. Without a helmet. I watched from my bedroom window as the child slipped passed the handle bars and onto the pavement. I watched the blood flow from the little child’s head. I laughed at the sirens. The mother crying. I watched the breath slow as the child began to die. That’s when I knew. I wanted to die too.