I woke up the next morning and grab my cellphone to check the time. It was 9:17 and my friend had text me seven times. I didn't bother to read them. I was still mad at her after last night. I walk out of my room and knock on my friend's door. There was no answer so I turn the knob and peek inside, only to discover that she wasn't there, which didn't surprise me. I walk down the hall and decide to make myself some breakfast. I was on a college campus in a small dorm house that me and (BF's name) shared.
As I sat on the couch with a bowl of cereal I turn on the TV, only to find myself watching a news report.
Breaking News! The serial killer has struck again, claiming three more innocent lives! Three college freshman were found with their throats slit in Slender woods. The victims have been identified as 20 year-old Scott Madison, 19-year old Brad Jefferson, and 19 year-old (BF's Name). The police ask for full cooperation from citizens. Please if you saw anything strange last night, or have any detail that could lead to serial killer's where-about please contact police immediately!
I sat there staring at the screen. My thoughts echoing through my head. They're all dead......their throats were cut......serial killer slit their throats......just like I wished for........
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I get up and answer it. There was a police man were at my door. "Can I help you?" I ask. "Yes. Are you (Full Name)?" He asked. "Yes." "I'm sorry to tell you but we found your friend (BF's Name) last night, she's dead." "I-I know. I saw it on the news just know." "Can you think of any one who would want to hurt her?" "N-No. No." "Ok. Thank you for your time. I'm sorry for your loss. If anything comes up we'll let you know." "Ok....thank you."
I closed the door once he left. I was sad that she was dead. I know I said I wished the killer would come and slit her throat, but we all say things when we're mad right?
I walked into the kitchen and put the bowl in the sink. I turn around and stopped dead in my tracks. There, on the table, was a note. Folded, and with my name on it. I pick it up and unfold it, and my blood turned cold.
On it, in what looked like blood was written.....I'd Kill For You.