This is kinda just a prologue.~ •••• Lost In The Echo I hear them. The voices. They're everywhere. Do this, do that- I think I'm going insane. Last night's a blur but my clothes are stained with blood and have a peculiar ashy smell. What's happening to me? I'm trying to calm myself but the clock's ticking too fast. Tick - Tock. Faster and faster. Slow down! I can't breathe. I can feel it closing in on me. Is this normal? I swear I'm normal. It's like I'm drowning. I can't breathe yet time's slipping past and I'm succumbing to the darkness. Help. The voices are fading and I need to hear them. Fae's soothing tones and Austin's contagious laughter. Even Andy's tiresome whisperings. Where are they? What's happening to me? Help. ••• - 4 hours earlier. - It was a typical Summers evenings, and the majority of England's teenagers were enjoying the final days of freedom before school returned. Mae however, was sat in her room, the lights switched off and the curtains drawn. No, she wasn't a vampire. She was just pretending she wasn't there. Why you may wonder? Well, isn't it obvious? It's actually not, but still. She could hear footsteps echoing downstairs. You could say she was being paranoid, over the top or such, but considering her parents were away on a business trip for two weeks it made it rather odd. Well, that and the fact she could smell smoke downstairs. Mae rocked back and forth, her knees brought up to her chest. She looked a lot like the creepy insane people in horror films stereotypically appeared as; rocking back and forth with tangled knotty hair. But seriously, she wasn't exactly going to dance around her room. "Oh hey, the windows in here are too small to get out of and there's someone downstairs who'll probably shoot me if I go down. Oh, also they set my house on fire. But hey, last dance to a crappy pop song anyway!" Nah, she probably wouldn't. Instead, she squeezed shut her eyes, trying to block out the world around her. She continued to rock, her arched spine occasionally hitting the wooden desk behind her, hidden by the lack of light. She'd been sat there earlier that day, drawing a picture of a flower. It seemed so strange, how fast things could change. This wasn't supposed to happen. The footsteps gradually made their way up the rickety stairs, until the young girl knew they were outside her bedroom. She swallowed, but a nervous sob escaped her lips. The door clicked open, light from the approaching fire illuminating her room with an eery glow. A man stood there, in thick black boots. A chain swung carelessly from his belt, and a large grin spread across his mouth, teeth glinting. A curved knife was raised up next to his head, causing the grin to spread. He slowly walked closer, his footsteps loud on the wooden floor. Mae froze, her eyes glued to his. She shook frantically, but was oblivious to all except the towering man and the oncoming knife. They say your life flashes before your eyes, but all the girl could think was, 'I don't want to die.' •••
This is interesting I love the very beginning, how you can tell how panicked she is. Very nice writing throughout the whole thing as well. I want to read more.
Thanks. c: I'll update tomorrow. Ah I forgot to clear. Oops. /)(\ Sorry. The first person at the start is different to the one that's killed. The one talking about voices is the killer, the other the victim.
The fire was only short, and he put it out after killing her so it didn't effect outside. :3 Just go with it. xD I have a kinda weird writing style. Sometimes parts of this story may come out like a poem or such, but they aren't. Just a way I write. •••• Lost In The Echo A week passed; her friends dejected. Her parents had arrived home, all smiley and love sick. Yet the curtains were drawn, and the house seemed cold. Inside the house were piles of ash. Paintings now black, bleak and fallen. Furniture destroyed, memories lost. Falling out of there trance, they ran up the stairs. The smell was overpowering, yet they didn't falter. The doorway long done, they ran into the room, met by a sight which would haunt them forever. The room, once purple and decorated with posters, now black and broken. Worst of all lay the girl, sprawled out across the floor. Gashes to her face, her hands and her ankles. A fly on her head; an awful stench. But worst of all was the fact that her body lay across the rug... Yet her head was by her feet, surrounded only by a pool of thick dried blood. ••• -3 Weeks Later- Killer. Gerard sat in his room, raking a hand through his recently dyed hair. He stared at his desk, hazel eyes emotionless. The voices had him doing crazy things; he was starting to resist though. After blacking out the other day, he woke up and began to cover his tracks. The voices warned him the police would be after him if he didn't. He tried to resist, but soon they were shouting commands and Gerard was weak to their pleas and demands. But why would the police be after him? What had he done? He sighs, hitting his clammy forehead against the desk. "It's okay, Gee. They can't catch you now," Frank whispered. "Yeah right. Get up you useless man, stop being pathetic. There's more too-" Austin cut John off. "Give him a break you-" Gerard sat up, his blonde hair sticking up wildly from raking his hand through it so much. "Shut up guys!" They fell silent for a second before the chatter rose up. He couldn't think; he didn't even know what was going on. He felt abnormal, as if he should be just a voice too. Sighing, he continued to hit his head against the desk, not bothering o stop as the blood began to fall. ••• Okay, next part things will get to be more normal and the story will start really. Also, I'm going to try and show a few flashbacks of the killer, so if you're confused it may be a flash back.