The Kiss of Death

Several days passed. It was Monday. I got dressed and ate breakfast in the hotel dining room. I caught several people glancing sympathetically at me. My moms death was plastered all over the news. In fact, there was a news broadcast on the tv in the corner. Something about the police questioning the guy in Kansas about a follower.

"As of yet, the police still have no leads." The perky news reporter said.

I sighed. No, duh, I thought. I picked up my backpack and left. Dad drove me to school. As I walked through the hallways, people would turn and whisper to whoever was next to them.

"Her mom-"
"Stabbed-"
"No leads-"
"Her dad could've-"

The last one made me stop and turn to the freshman that said it. "My dad?" I said quietly. "What could he have done?"

The freshman stepped back and whispered unintelligibly.

"What?" I raised my voice slightly and stepped closer to her. "Speak louder! Come on, say it!"

The freshman gulped. "He could have killed her. The police said he showed up later, but we all know he could have left and come back after you found her body."

I clenched my hands into fists, and the next thing I knew, I had slammed the kid against her locker. "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!" I shouted. "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT IT COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD! FOR ALL WE KNOW, YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER! THATS WHAT NO LEADS MEANS!"

Suddenly, a girl named Julia who was on my volleyball team was there. I didn't know her to well, but she was in a few of my classes, and we were friendly. "Samantha," she said quietly, "you're going to get in trouble." Julia pulled me away from the freshman, who was on the verge of tears, and we walked down the hallway. I heard the principal talking to the freshman behind us.

"I'm sorry," I told Julia, "I just can't believe that she would say that."

Julia nodded. "It's understandable, what you did." We stopped outside the door to our first class.

"Thanks." I said, and we went inside.

 

By lunch time, nearly everyone in school had heard of my outburst, and rumors were flying fast through the air. As I walked past the geeks lunch table, I heard one of them say, "and then, she punched the kid in the face, and her friend had to drag her away."

I rolled my eyes and sat with some of the volleyball players.

"How are you doing?" Julia asked sympathetically.

"Fine, I guess," I mumbled and took a bit out of my chicken sandwich.

"Is the rumor about you punching the kid true?" Another volleyball player, Caitlyn, asked rudely.

"No," Julia quickly said. "I was there. Sam was provoked. The freshman said her dad killed her mom! And we ALL know that isn't true." She glared at Caitlyn.

I stood up. "I can't stand this." And with that, I walked out of the cafeteria.

I had no idea where I was going. I vaguely remember leaving school. I walked around town for several hours, trying to clear my head.

Suddenly I was in front of my house. I sighed and ducked under the crime scene tape, and went inside.

I went up to my room and looked out the window. I smiled as I looked down the street. I could see where I had met Brian a couple days ago. Where he kissed me.

"I wonder where Brian went to?" I thought out loud. "Haven't seen him the past few days." I ran my hand over the windowsill and grabbed the doll sitting on the edge. I laughed. "I remember when Mom got me this doll. I saw it in a store when I was seven and since it was my birthday, Mom got it for me and gave it to me that night." I closed my eyes at the memory. That was a bad year. Dads job wasn't going to well, and they were saving money for Christmas. Since my birthday is a month before Christmas, I wasn't getting a present. I was so happy when I got the doll, I named it Charlette. After my mom.

I picked up Charlette and put her on my bed and played with he brown hair. "You know, when Brian kissed me, that was my first kiss? And true, it felt a bit suffocating, but maybe he didn't know that. He seems like a nice guy, maybe I should go look for him."

I heard something hit the window and I opened it. Across the street, I saw a guy in a black cloak, with a hood covering his face. He pushed the hood back and I saw that it was Brian.

I waved and smiled at him, then faltered. "You know, in that black cloak, you kind of look like that person people dress as for Halloween."My eyes widened. "Death. He looks like Death."

A curved blade killed my mother...

I gasped. My world swirled around me, and I slumped against the windowsill. No, it couldn't be. No. He couldn't have. This is a joke. A sick joke.

Brian killed my mom??

I looked into his eyes and saw Brian wink. He knows, I thought.

I gasped and sank to the ground. Why? Why did he kill my mom?

Why did he kiss me?

I felt something pushing into my head. I heard a voice, HIS voice, echoing in my mind.

"Because you're special, Samantha."

I fainted, and the world faded to black.

 

Bump

 

Thank you, Roze.

 

Yes, Sophia, he basically is.

I'll probably update later today, if I can.

 

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room, laying in a bed.

I groggily sat up. "What?"

My dad, who was sitting next to me, got up and pushed me back down. "You need to stay in bed, Samantha."

"What happened?" I asked. "I remember fainting..."

"They found you yesterday, Tuesday." My dad said. "It had been nearly 24 hours since you left school. It's Wednesday today."

I blinked away some of the fogginess. "Brian..." I muttered.

"Brian?" my dad asked.

"The guy I told you I met. I saw him outside my window Monday, and he was wearing a black cloak." My eyes welled up with tears. "He looked like Death, Dad! But he was missing a scythe!" I grabbed dads hand. "Dad, I heard the CSIs talking about how mom was killed with a curved blade! CURVED! LIKE A SCYTHE!"

I heard a beeping grow faster. It was my heartbeat monitor. A doctor rushed in to calm me down.

"Okay, Sammie, you need to relax-" he started.

"NO!" I screamed. "HE KILLED MY MOM I KNOW IT! BRIAN KILLED MY MOM!"

The doctor put some kind of needle into my arm, an anesthetic, I guess, because I got really drowsy. The Doctor left, and I drifted off to sleep.