A bit more of my story.

I am actually making this up as I go along, so don't hate on me please!!



Then, it happened. In one second my life had been turned upside down and inside out. I had watched those movies before where right at the last second they get saved, and everyone smiles. But no. It wouldn’t work for me would it. It never did. My life was a mistake, a lie. Even though I masked it with pride, I was in pain. Mike had a girlfriend, me liking him made me feel worse. I was living a lie.
As I heard the gun spit out the dull iron bullet it had already shattered his skull and penetrated his prefrontal cortex. My father’s blood sprayed on my jade walls, staining my curtains and smothering my doctor who posters. But I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about me anymore.
I then saw the masked man turn to my mum, but drop his gun. Would he spare my beautiful mother? My mother, who had raised me, loved me and cherished me. My mum who I could love more than the doctor or Mike, than any person with a fictional relationship with me. No, he wouldn’t. That bastard withdrew a small kitchen knife that, that I had left out on the kitchen side, after cutting my sandwiches for tomorrow’s day of school. He began to walk towards my mother. I looked at my mother’s stunning face for the last time, she was crying. Her mascara had run down her face, and she was shaking. I wanted to walk out and stab the murderer myself, but I knew that I would be killed as well, and I was too much of a coward to save my mother. I had disgraced our family. I wanted to sit down with her, stroke her hair and tell her everything would be ok, we would then go downstairs together, make cups of tea and just talk all night. She would then kiss my forehead and tell me to go to sleep. That was what I wished could happened so much it hurt.
But the intruder began to repeatedly stab my mother, a total of fourteen times. Seven times in the stomach, three times in the neck, once in the face and three times in her left leg. She bled so much it reached the wardrobe and soaked the floor. I was sitting there, crying in a pool of my mother’s blood.

Start of a Story I'm Writing!

Heya everyone, it has been a whole so I will post a catch up blog later, I just wanted to show you what I have written of a story so far, I am not copying you Jordan, by the way.

Title: Hecate and her Head.
Synopsis: A girl is experiencing her first years back in high school, after a horrific incident which took place, resulting in the death of her parents. She wants to live a normal life, but inside she knows that the killer will come back for her... or is this just her paranoia taking over? In this story we follow her ups and downs, and her slow journey into insanity.
Taster: Blood. That’s all I can remember. Blood. It was all over the walls and bed. There was something more, my mum lying motionless on the ground. My dad draped over the chair, like that duffle coat he used to wear; he would drape it on there. I was hiding in the cupboard, too terrified to do anything. I saw him do it all. But I didn’t see his face, he had a mask on. It was black, sort of a cord material, he had cut two holes out of a hat, and smothered his face with it. Homemade. His shirt was also black, and his trousers. They were all too small for him. He wasn’t wearing any shoes. What a strange man. The atmosphere had changed so suddenly. Mum and Dad came in to wish me goodnight. They looked so happy, and I felt a love for them which I had never felt before. I don’t know why it was that night. Sod’s law. I was in my bed, looking forward to school when I would see Mike. He’s my friend, and I love him. I look at him sometimes in class, just look at him. Doing this time after time is fun. His eyes are a deep jade green, dazzling to look at. His skin was so soft, I had play-slapped it many a time. His hair was soft, often covered in gel though. But he was beautiful. We were going to spend the day together, editing a video, but still together. He knows I have a crush on him, but he doesn’t like me. Typical. It seemed to be like that all the time for me. Rejection after rejection, and this was the ultimate one.
I was thinking about this before my parents came in. Everything was perfect, I had my bags packed, and my uniform was spick and span. I heard the familiar sound of three knocks at the door. “Come in” I sang, I was comfortable; safe, and in the comfort of my family, whom I loved so much.
“Hello darling, are you going to bed now? It’s a bit early!” My mother said, you could hear the interest in her voice. She always seemed to listen to me, even if what I was saying was somewhat frivolous. My mother was a darling. Her cherry red hair always looked beautiful; slowly rustling in this sharp winter wind. She looked content, yet slightly tipsy on the night.
“I think your just worn out from today aren’t you darling?” My dad…I loved him. He was the best dad I could ever have. He cared so much about everything I did, and made the most of every single time I was with him. But, the camera. Oh the camera of doom we used to call it! He would take it everywhere with him, snapping here and there. He said one day he would make a family collage, but he never has. Never will now.
They both looked happy, together, in their last hour. They slowly walked towards my bed, to give me a final kiss goodnight, like they always did. It may have been babyish, but I loved it all the same. Mum bent down, and her soft lips, always concealed in a layer of rose lipstick. She moved towards my head, and I felt her warm touch… it comforted me so much. I felt so happy.
Suddenly, we heard a crash from downstairs, and screaming. A mans screaming. Gunshots were then heard.
“Oh my god, mum what was that?” I was terrified; things like this just don’t happen to a happy family like us.
“Darling, you need to hide.” My mum picked me up from my bed, and pushed me into my closet. She looked at me one more time: her face was scrunched up in fear and confusion…what was she thinking? I wanted all of this to be a dream; I don’t want me or my parents to die. Why had this man come? Were my parents involved in something illegal? So many things were running through my head. I saw tears rolling down her eyes, I wiped them away. More gunshots were heard. They scared the living daylights out of me.
“Sweetheart, just wait in here, we don’t know what is happening but it is best if you are safe.” and she then shut the cupboard doors.
“I love you mum” I whispered. “I love you dad” I breathed. They never heard me. I slowly moved closer to the cupboard doors, peeping through the wooden blinds, trying to see my parents. I looked at my room, I had never seen it from this point of view; my walls were of a jade colour, it had a soft, minty, warm feel. My bed was set in one of the corners of my room; this meant I could stick posters on it. Take that, and Doctor who were staring back at me.
“ALRIGHT YOU BASTARDS, WHERE ARE YOU?”
The rough voice was outside my bedroom door. My parents were standing facing the door; it looked at if they were facing a firing squad, waiting for the headshot. My door burst open, and my heart skipped a beat. The man quickly surveyed the room, noticing my parents facing him. My father slowly raised his head up, and whispered,
“What do you want with us?” Even though I was looking through a thin
The man in black looked at my father with a face of pain and anger. He slowly raised his gun. Life seemed to be in slow motion at that point.