A Killer’ s Language Autumn Clark- 8th grade
I pulled my key out of the lock and opened the door. Ginny was there to greet me at the door. I kneeled down and rubbed her face. She gave me a grateful, slobbery kiss. I walked through the kitchen and into my bedroom. Opening the door, I was met with a gust of wind. That’ s odd. I could have sworn I closed it when I got up. Throwing myself onto the bed, I pulled my phone from under my pillow and texted the only contact I had. Darius.“ I’ m alone. You can come over.” I sent that text and waited. 1. 2. 3 minutes.
No response. Under the green bubble, written in small script was“ delivered.” Putting the phone in my pocket, I got up to make myself a snack. I pulled a bag of chips off the counter and sat down at the island. A cold breeze tickled the back of my neck and an ice cold hand ran down my back. I turned, a shaky breath escaping me.“ Shhhh. It’ s okay. I’ m here.” Darius’ hand curled around my neck, and he sat down next to me.“ Oh. You scared me.” I wrapped my arms around him in a relieved embrace. His hand slid through my hair, and I stiffened.“ You sure you’ re okay?” Darius whispered in my ear.“ I’ m fine.” He let go of me and got up.“ I left my jacket in your room last time I was here. I’ m gonna get it before anyone sees it.” I nodded. Darius turned as I said,“ I shoved it under my bed so no one found it.” He gave me a thumbs up and walked out of the kitchen.
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I opened Madelyn’ s door and gently shut it behind me. I slid down to my knees and looked under the bed. Dirty socks, broken picture frames, ripped up pieces of paper. A black pile in the corner caught my eye. I grabbed it as the familiar cloth surrounded my fingers. I stood up and heard the rolling of Madelyn’ s closet door. A wet towel covered my mouth and nose. I couldn’ t breathe. My lungs gasped for air. Black dots started to cover my vision as my legs gave out. The hooded figure slowly lowered me down to the ground. My head hit the floor, black.
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Darius opened my door and walked down the hall. He had his sweatshirt on and his hood up. He didn’ t say anything, just walked over to me quickly and embraced me. But it didn’ t feel right. He was taller, stronger and his grip was tighter. I let go of him, but he held me close. His grip was too strong as I tried to push myself off of him.
“ You’ ll never hurt anyone again.” He pulled something shiny out of his pocket. A long, sharp dagger. I saw my reflection in it as he plunged it into my chest. Stumbling back from the impact, he let me go as I fell to the ground. My fingers enclosed the dagger as I slowly pulled it out, the hooded figure ran away and out the door. I was surrounded by a pool of my own blood. Letting go of the dagger, the world disappeared around me. The last thing I heard was the faint ring of the dagger and the splash it made in my own blood.