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As Alexa continued with her school day, she couldn't help but feel as if someone was watching her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling. She had asked who this mystery person was, but they never responded. The brunette kept telling herself it was probably just some kids trying to prank her - even though no one cared enough to do such a thing - it was a much more comforting thought than it being a stalker, or a killer.
Alexa checked the time on her phone, anxiously awaiting the final bell. Home felt like the safest place at the moment, she just hoped there were no surprises waiting there for her.
As if her prayers were answered, the loud ringing reached her ears. With speed she didn't know she possessed, she packed her things and rushed to the bus stop. It seemed as if the odds were in her favor when she saw the bus pulling up. When she took her seat at the back of the bus she sighed and attempted to calm her nerves. Alexa has never been religious, but she found herself praying as she got closer and closer to her home. She told herself that she'd get there and everything would be fine. She'd walk in the apartment to find everything as it usually is, and her father would either be out gambling, or in his room sleep, just as usual.
Jumping off the bus, Alexa rushed to her home and practically slammed the door to the apartment building open. She ran up the steps as she pulled her keys out of her bag. As she was about to open the door, all of her anxiety came back full force.
Taking a breath, she placed her hand and the door knob. She took ten deep breaths, relaxing her body more and more after each one. Once she felt like she had calmed herself, she slowly opened the door, cringing at every creak. She had noticed that at some point along the way, she had closed her eyes. Without opening them, she took a step inside her apartment. Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides and her eyes were screwed shut. Again, she took ten deep breaths, and with each one, her body became more and more relaxed. Finally, on the count of one she opened her eyes, holding her breath.
Nothing had changed since she left for school.
She placed a hand on her beating heart and chuckled to herself. She had always been over dramatic.
Alexa sat her bag on the couch and headed towards the kitchen. She closed her eyes and massaged her temples, attempting to alleviate her headache. As she entered the kitchen she stepped in what felt warm water.
She looked down and froze.
It was blood. A lot of blood.
Slowly, and reluctantly, she followed the trail of blood to see a dead body. Her father's dead body.
He was in the middle of the kitchen, lying in a pool of his own blood. He had three large gashes along his abdomen, and another from the bottom of his right eye to his adam's apple.His tongue was hanging out of his mouth and his eyes were still open, as if he were still in shock.
"Dad?" She walked up to his dead body and crouched down, her legs now covered in blood. "Come on… wake up." Alexa shook his body frantically. "This isn't funny! Dad wake up! You can't just leave me here alone, Mom isn't ready to see you yet! Dad!"
…
For the next hour, Alexa simply sat there, in front of her father's dead body staring at the kitchen wall. Every few minutes she'd break out of her daze and cry and scream for her father to come back. The last person she had is gone. Even though he hated her, and looked at her as more of a chore than a daughter, or even a person, he was still her father, and the only thing she had. At school she was simply a shadow. No one ever spoke to her, thought about her, or even looked at her. If she disappeared, no one would even notice.
Right?
Right.
Breaking out of her daze, Alexa pulled herself up off the floor. She looked at herself and saw her entire lower half was covered in blood. With a shaky sigh, Alexa began rummaging through the kitchen drawers, most of which were empty. It took her several minutes to find what she desperately needed.
She slowly pulled the knife out of the drawer. Running the blade across her index finger, she watched as the blood slowly flowed down her finger - a striking scarlet - and onto the floor. She pondered for a second on how pretty the blood was, but then decided she's seen enough to last several lifetimes.
Alexa held the blade up to her neck and took a shaky breath. All she had to do was run it across her neck, and then she'd die a bloody death just like her father. She grit her teeth as tears rapidly fell from her eyes. Alexa whimpered as she felt the sting of the blade cutting through her skin.
Just a bit more, she told herself. Just a few more seconds and it'll all be-
"Alexa!"
Her eyes flew open at the sound of the voice. She couldn't see the figure standing in front of her, her eyes were to blurry from the tears.
"Put the knife down…"
She narrowed her eyes.
"Wes…?"
"Alexa, put the knife down."
She gripped the knife. "What are you doing here?" He was approaching her, slowly and cautiously, as if she were some wounded animal, and in a sense, she was.
"I'll tell you everything you wanna know, just put the knife down. Please Alexa."
She lowered it slightly and looked to the left of her, at her father.
"My father's dead," she whispered. "Even though he hated me, he was all I had. Now I'm alone, and I have no one. It hurts. It fucking hurts. Why am I even here anymore huh?! I'm tired! I'm tired of being tired! I don't want to be like this anymore… please just let me die!"
She gripped the knife and raised it to her neck.
Wes lunged at her.
Everything went dark.
