Bloody Mary

Prologue

"How do you do it?" I flinched on my seat, feeling anger and fear creeping everywhere. I shut my eyes close, praying that everything is just a dream... That nothing happened at all.


"Answer me!" The loud voice made me snap my eyes open. I looked into the officer's familiar big brown intimidating eyes. I shook in fear. "How do you cover your tracks so perfectly?" He said every word with pure distaste.


"I didn't do it," I choked, whispering hoarsely. I played with my fingers, trying to ease the tension. I was telling the truth, but they always think otherwise. They think I killed my own aunt.


"Then who did? A ghost?" He scoffed, placing his hand on his hip. He looked stressed and worn out. "This is the fifth time, Ms. Levine. Aren't you guilty at all?" He asked, sitting Dow across me with a stern face. His eyes held disgust and disbelief.


I whimpered. That's what they always think of me... a murderer. They think I killed my family, my best friend, my first love, and now... My aunt. What have I done to deserve this? I'm a curse; and I'm never meant to love and to be loved.


"I didn't do it. I was asleep," I said honestly. But even though with every word dripped out in them, they would never believe me. Never.


He glared hatefully at me, "Excuses, Levine! When your parents died you said you were asleep! When your sister died you said you were asleep! No, they did not die! They were murdered by you!" Tears threatened to fall down, but I held back, trying to be strong.


I understood him somehow. I took away his brother's life, and so with his future wife. I am nothing but a curse— a bad luck.


"I would never hurt them, Tom." I looked down on my lap. My voice was strained, yet sincere. Tom Parker, my sister's supposed-to-be-future-husband , and my best friend's brother; and now, he's a broken, shattered future sherif... and it's all because of me.


"That's what I thought at first," he spat. "But when you took away my brother's life, I knew you killed him. If he wasn't there with you, he would have never gotten himself killed. But I've always thought that you grabbed him forcefully to protect you! You inconsiderate bi-"


You know... Girls can only take so much. My feelings were all bottled up that I had to release it. And I did... By slapping his right cheek extremely hard, but I only hurt myself at the end. "I would have loved to die instead of Tyler! But no, he thought I deserved to live! Do you think I'm not over this? I loved Tyler like a little sister would to his big brother! I would have never intentionally hurt him, and I would have never let him hurt himself just for me! But look where it got me!" I cried out and stood up from the metal chair I was sitting on. I slammed my fist on the wooden table, causing Tom to jump slightly. "Don't you dare say I killed any of them... because you know I would never do so. I am deeply and sincerely sorry for the millionth time that I killed the love of your life—who happened to be my sister— and your brother—who happened to be my best friend—! But think of who I've lost, Tom! You're the inconsiderate one, and you know it!" I screamed at him, tears flowing down second by second.


He looked at me with the most familiar expression. The expression that only I could reproduce ever so perfectly. Pain, guilt, and sadness.


I shook my head as he still looked at me. I wiped my tears away and stormed off the building.


Run away, Mary... There's no one left for you here.


And that's what I did.


I left.

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Chapter One


My eyes fluttered open as I felt the warmth of the sun kissing my skin. I looked around me and sighed.


New state, new town, new school. I told myself.


I checked the time and stood up from the bed. It's been a week ever since I ran away from my hometown in California, and surprisingly I ended up here in Ashford, Washington. I took my savings with me and bought a little house only fit for one person. There was one bedroom and a bathroom, a kitchen, and the living room; cozy and comfortable.


I grabbed my towel from the back of my door, and went inside the bathroom. It was only six thirty, but I have to cook for myself and get ready for a new start.


After twenty minutes of shower, I wrapped myself with the towel and went to my room to change. I checked myself on the mirror and smiled faintly. I looked so pale and lifeless. There were dark circles around my eyes, and my black hair wasn't shiny anymore... Everything about me felt dead.


I sighed and rummaged through my closet for an outfit. I took out my skinny jeans, a plain white shirt and a black leather jacket. I brushed my long dull hair and put on my red and black checkered Vans.


I then took my bag from the study table and so with the keys of the house and my truck.


I walked nervously towards the kitchen and cooked myself some bacon and eggs, while also preparing milk and toast. I was nervous because... what if people won't accept me in my new school? What if they've heard about me?


I groaned. Hopefully not... But remember, Mary. Don't let anyone get close to you, don't be attached to anyone or you'll only hurt yourself and also that person. Be careful. Be invisible, and you can survive through this year.


I shook my head and turned off the stove, also grabbing the frying pan and placing the food on the plate I prepared. I ate slowly, thinking of what would happen. Am I really gonna be friendless my whole life because of this curse? I asked myself... but thinking about it made me only more depressed.


I washed the dishes after I ate. It was already seven twenty... time to go to school.



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Chapter Two


Walking alone in an unfamiliar hallway with teenagers looking at you strangely, is definitely terrifying. Do they know? I asked myself.


Do they rarely have new students in this town? Wait... of course, Mary! How could you be so stupid? The population here is only less than a thousand.


I groaned and looked down while walking towards the office. Sure I've been here to register and all, but there were no students— and their stares are creeping me out.


I sighed and opened the door to the office. I quickly got my timetable and got out of there. Even the teachers were eyeing me carefully and strangely.


Damn it! I cussed as I came to realisation. Of course they would know... It was in my school records that I am now officially an orphan. No parents, no family... no friends— no one. And I bet they researched about my background and probably called the police station back home.


Home... Strange. It never felt like home ever since my parents died. And the deaths came crashing down on me. I still wonder why... And I can't help but obviously blame myself.


I think Tom is right... I am a murderer— unconsciously.


I sighed deeply and ran my fingers down my black hair. I walked silently, trying to blend in with the lockers as I headed to the girl's lavatory. I didn't need anyone noticing me and befriending me. I wanted to be alone... invisible... unapproachable— simply, an outcast.


I entered the lavatory and found it empty. I smiled faintly to myself. At least I can have an alone time for a bit. I told myself.


I looked a the wide clear mirror in front of me as I leaned on the counter for support. My knees felt like jelly from the nervousness, I suppose.


I stared at my reflection, looking intently at my now dull icy blue eyes. It was never like this before... Mum said my eyes were the prettiest blue she had ever seen. Like a crystal ocean under the bright sun.


I miss her... I miss them all.


I shut my eyes close as I let the tears fall. I let out a deep breath and wiped my tears before opening them.


But I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have opened it facing the mirror...


"Mum, be sure to lock the door when you're done, alright?" I told my mum that was in the kitchen, as I headed towards the stairs. I saw my dad smiling at me while mouthing an 'I love you' as he was standing beside the couch.


"I love you too dad! Forever and ever! Good night papa, see you tomorrow!" I said as I ran off to my room.


I flopped down on my bed still dizzy. It's been like this ever since, and I don't know why. I raised my left hand on the air, and examined the scar that was on my wrist. It looked about two months old. It was closed, but the mark was still clearly there. It was deep.


Now don't get me wrong. I DO NOT CUT. It just appeared, and I swear to the gods I have no idea what happened.


Oh well...


I smiled to myself feeling contented with my life. But as soon as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a loud crash that came from the living room.


I jumped up on my bed and slowly walked out of the room. I tried not to make any sound as I descended down the stairs.


And there I saw a gigantic looking man with a kitchen knife on his hand, and blood splattered all over his shirt. He was wearing a white wife beater, and torn pants. And he had sleeve tattoos on both of his arms— he was covered in them actually.


I froze.


I didn't want to move anymore but my feet had a mind of its own. I cried at the scene in front of me as I walked in inside the living room. Seeing the clear setting.


"Mum... Dad..." I whispered hoarsely. I couldn't bring myself to shout. I was numb all over.


I watched my mother and father die in front of me. Being slashed, stabbed multiple times; also being cut into pieces. The man paid no attention to me, he wad hooked on brutally killing my parents.


And then the darkness engulfed me.


I didn't do anything... I watched them die in front of me when I had a chance to save them. I'm useless...


Tom was wrong when I said I was asleep. I wasn't. I fainted like the coward that I was.


Staring at me beside me was a bloody reflection of my parents, holding their hands out to me.


I felt my heart beat rapidly, my senses slowly shutting down.


And then I let out a bloodcurdling scream.


The darkness welcomed me, as I felt a part of me being ripped into pieces. The pain... it was horrifying.