Chapter 1
She runs up the stairs. Her long red hair swirling with the air behind her. Her feet stomp on the steps as the loud clacks from the shaken wood echoes out through the whole house. She makes it to the top of the stairs with just a few moments to catch her breath, choking on her tears. She sprints down the hallway. The tears burning her eyes as they continue escape through her painted eyelids. She makes it to the large, brown, antique door near the end of the hall. She pushes up against the door, using all her body weight to open it. She makes it inside, a moment from collapsing. She turns to slam the door shut behind her. The heavy door closes tight against the frame. Cheryl leans against the door, her red face pressing firm against it. She reaches her hands to the door. She places them there as if to calm herself. As if to bring herself back to a stasis of heartless indifference. Her breathes become too heavy with each inhale of air presses on her lungs. She feels herself choking, gasping for more air than the amount that surrounds her in her large bedroom.
Cheryl brings her back to the door, sliding down it. She looks at the large bed that is sitting in the middle of the room. The huge, empty bed sitting in a desolate room mocking her solitude. It just emphasizes her loneliness as it gathers the light from her large window to shine upon the furniture near her bed. The small dresser sitting near the wall catches her eyes. Cheryl moves off the ground in a trance as she sashays her way to the small dresser. She makes it there in an instant, as her big, dark brown eyes peers down at the top of her shiny, black dresser.
She moves and places her hands on the edge of the dresser. With precise grace, her hands slide to the tiny lamp before dancing its way to the telephone that sits next to it. Her hand stops to the true source of her attention. Her small, pale hand rests upon a bag filled with crushed, silvery, sparkling powder. Jingle jangle, or at least a new breed of it. This stuff has not been consumed much by the public to Cheryl's knowledge. She remembers overhearing her cousin and her friends talking about the drug. How they mentioned the rare effects it has on people's minds. The way the drug can cause people to experience new things; feelings, ideas, dreams, nightmares. They also mentioned how this new concoction of the drug is even more dangerous than the old school version of it.
Of course, those are all rumors as far as she is concern. Cheryl finds herself crunching the little bag in her hand. Her crimson painted nails piercing through the bag and into her palms. She picks up the bag and examines it. It did look different. The way the powder inside the bag glistens in the light made it appear more intriguing, more enticing. She opens the bag, her motions careful and quiet. As if feeling that any slight noise will alert someone. She takes a finger and dips it into the powder. She brings the small residue from her finger and places it on her plump pink lips. She licks the residue, allowing the taste to melt on her taste buds. Her eyes widen but her body slumps over, disappointed.
She starts to hear an annoying ringing in her ear. The sound of her mother's voice pounding inside her head.
"Well, what did you expect Cheryl?" Her mother's voice cough. The memory of what happened earlier burning into Cheryl's eyes. "It's really your fault he's dead."
Cheryl tries to swallow back tears. She takes the small bag and dumps the entire contents of the bag down her throat. The tears make their way to Cheryl's eyes once more. Cheryl climbs onto her bed and falls onto her pillow. She creates huge heaves as the crying escapes her body. She turns and places her hand on the dresser beside her. She reaches for a draw and opens it, pulling out a large notepad. Cheryl continues to lay on her side as she flips through her pad. Her cries deepen as she looks at drawings of a youthful faced red haired boy. The hair color being the only standout color on the pages. His face has the same shape and appearance as Cheryl's, almost identical. Cheryl's tears drop onto the bedding as the drawings of Cheryl's twin pass through her eyes.
After a few flips of the pages a new face appears amongst Cheryl's drawings. This time it was not of a young boy but a young girl. Her wide smile fills up her entire face in the drawing. Her long braids circling around her oval face. Her eyes creating crescent moons from her large smile. Cheryl flips through her notepad as more drawings of the young girl appears. Her posture and position changes in each one. But her face remaining the same, her long knotted hair cascading to her shoulders. Her calm presence in the drawings brings a level of calmness to Cheryl herself. She senses that she has stopped crying. Her eyes linger on one drawing in particular. The only drawing of the girl that showcases her full body.
Cheryl admires the picture as the girl in the drawing models a traditional outfit. The outfit is one with a large wrap cycling atop he head, making the girl stand firm and upright. Her dress reaches down to her bare feet. The sleeves wide and hanging by her sides. The girl had a more serious, fierce look in her eyes. Cheryl could not help but blush as she felt her eyes scan over the drawing. Her eyes taking in every detail to detail to paint a vivid memory of the recollection. The hours pass her by before Cheryl finds herself soon asleep.
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She sleeps, calm and peaceful. Her mind resting from the painful thoughts that were swirling in her head from hours ago. Her chest rises and falls in time to the clicking clock that rings in her bedroom. The dried tears and mascara stains her smooth, porcelain face. Cheryl's hands curls underneath her head. It gives her an angelic pose as she sleeps, deleting Cheryl's intense and often times cruel nation from existence in this single moment. A shadow leaps across Cheryl's face. The presence of it startles Cheryl from her sleep. She jumps up and stares in the abandon darkness.
"Hello?" Cheryl says, her eyes darting through the callous shadows in her room. Her eyes linger on a particular one, in the shape of a body. The shadowy figure appears too distant from Cheryl to gather a prominent look at it.
"Who are you?" Cheryl asks, her voice shaking. The shadowy figure begins to move. It inches closer to Cheryl. Cheryl's heart starts to beat faster and faster. She rummages her body near the headboard of the bed. She grabs her notepad, the only thing in her proximity. The shadowy figure gets closer, grows larger. Cheryl feels her whole body start to panic. She lifts the notepad overhead. Her arms tremble as if the notepad weighs a thousand pounds. The shadow makes it to her bed and stops. Cheryl throws the notepad at it. It lands in the middle of the figure. A small groan leaps out from the figure. But it is not the type of groan that Cheryl was anticipating. The groan is airy, soft. Cheryl, confuse, makes her way to the edge of her bed. As she moves closer, the shadow begins to form lines and shapes. It takes not long before the shadow becomes an actual person. Cheryl sees the person and smiles. Her puppy dog eyes dancing with excitement and glee.
She recognizes the girl from her notepad. She stands before her. Her long dreaded hair falling around her tone shoulders. The moonlight from the window dances off her dark velvety skin. Her bright white teeth sparkle as she smiles down at Cheryl.
"Hi Cheryl," she says. Her voice sounding flirty and sweet.
"Hi Erin," Cheryl responds back. She moves close to Erin. Her neck craning to look up at the confident, shy girl. "What are you doing here?" Cheryl asks, her heart pumping even faster than it had before she knew who it was.
"Are you saying you don't want me here?" Erin asks, smirking. Cheryl rolls her eyes. Erin giggles as she moves and leans her body on the edge of Cheryl's bed. "Well," Erin begins, her voice lowering "I think it's obvious why I'm here then, isn't it?"
Cheryl smiles. She slides on her bed and wraps her arms around Erin's shoulders. Her fleshy moist lips plants against Erin's soft tan ones. Erin stands, her body firm and unmoving as Cheryl kisses her with enough passion and fire to burn them both. Erin reaches her hands in a brisk and slow motion. She places them on Cheryl's back. She pulls her in tighter to her body as she begins to feel Cheryl's tongue enter her mouth. Erin's hands move down Cheryl's body. With every inch until they reach up underneath Cheryl's short, rumpled, pleaded skirt. She feels Cheryl's soft butt as she squeezes it. Cheryl's kiss deepens as her tongue dances across Erin's lips. Erin's teeth brush against Cheryl's lips before they catch her bottom one in between them. Erin presses down on it with a gentle bite before releasing it back to Cheryl.
Cheryl rubs her lips together as her eyes start to open. She reaches behind her and grabs Erin's hands off her. She falls back onto the bed while pulling Erin to her. They both sink into the bed as they begin to kiss again. This time with more intensity as they feel the other moan against their chest. Cheryl reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head. She reveals her gold and red lace bra underneath. The bright colors illuminating the room. Erin leaves a trail of kisses from Cheryl's neck down to her breasts. Her hands reach behind Cheryl's back, attempting to undue Cheryl's expensive bra. Her fingers shake and tremble against the hooks. Cheryl arches her back as Erin slips her fingers under the strap. The hooks soon all pop off, one after the other. Cheryl slips her bra off and throws it to the side. Erin moves her lips back to Cheryl's mouth. The kiss deepens, their tongues entangle with each other's.
Erin bites along Cheryl's pale skin, leaving red marks. She stops on Cheryl's breast as she engulfs her nipple between her lips. Her moist breath leaks out onto Cheryl. She kisses Cheryl's chest as she makes her way to Cheryl's other breast. She bites down brazing the skin before gliding her tongue over Cheryl's nipple. She engulfs it in her mouth as she feels Cheryl's hands rub down her back.
Erin moves closer to Cheryl's body and returns her face back to Cheryl's. They look in each other's eyes before kissing each other. Cheryl's hand makes its way down Erin's back before grabbing her butt. The two girls kiss for moments longer with Erin's hands cupping Cheryl's breasts and waist. Erin moves her hand down caressing Cheryl's thighs. Her fingers tickle their way inside her thighs before they reach in between her legs. She slides her fingers through Cheryl's panties and slips her fingers inside her. Cheryl begins to gasp and moan as Erin feels Cheryl's juices flow from her.
Cheryl attempts to set herself up, pulling her body out from Erin. She moves her hands on the brim of her red and gold lace panties and yanks them off her body. She tosses them aside as she bundles up her green pleaded skirt around her waist. She grabs Erin's face in between her delicate fingers and gives her a sweet kiss on her cheek. She then guides her face down in between her legs. She feels Erin's hands grip her thighs as her tongue slides up down inside her.
Cheryl gives out a quiet moan as she feels Erin moving deep inside her. Her mouth skipping from Cheryl's thighs and back. She begins to feel Erin's tongue slip along the inside of her lips, licking slow. Cheryl feels her clutch as legs as Erin continues. She feels Erin tongue licking all over her until she feels her lips grasp down on her. Erin's lips pressing tight as she begins to suckle Cheryl. Cheryl lets out a loud groan as her entire body begins to vibrate. Some small droplets of tears enter into Cheryl's eyes as she breathes out continuous heavy breaths.
Cheryl looks up at the ceiling as the tears fall down her cheeks. She reaches for Erin's hand and laces her fingers through them. Cheryl pants as she blinks back the tears. Cheryl bites on her lips until the tears rush out of her. She does not even try to stop them. She lets the tears acclimate on her face. She feels Erin's head resting on her leg.
Cheryl sighs, smiling. "You know," she starts to say. "I thought that once Jason died. I wouldn't have anyone else. You know, anyone who cared about me. When I first met you, I didn't think you would be someone who cared. But I'm glad you did." Cheryl feels Erin kiss her leg. She begins to smile. She pulls on Erin's hand, trying to drag her up.
"I don't say this a lot," Cheryl chokes, swallowing back worry. "But I think I love you." She brings Erin's face to hers. When dread, despair, and heartache consume her.
A drop of blood falls onto her forehead as she stares into the pale brown eyes. The blood drips down from the gummy, glossy, messy red hair. The droplet runs down the silky, white skin to the very tip of his chin. Another drop falls onto Cheryl's sweaty face. Her face covers in horror. Her body paralyze.
A blank, cold stare looks back up at the face of Jason Blossom. A solemn stare looks back at the face of her dead brother.
Cheryl stifles a scream. Her voice cracking. The face of her brother starts to smile. A weird, demented smile that Cheryl never seen Jason give before in his life. He opens his voice, and a familiar tone comes out.
"Thanks," Jason's voice says, eerie and alike. A voice Cheryl thought she would never hear again. "I think I love you too." The moment that Jason said those words. The moment his face starts to morph into something dark. His precious eyes melt out of his head, leaving empty sockets. His beautiful red locks fall off his head. His handsome face boils and bubble; creating deep, red craters in his face. His hands grip Cheryl's small wrist. He squeezes it like he is trying to pop off her hand. "In fact," Jason says but his voice colder and harsher than it was at first. "I will always love you."
His nails dig into Cheryl's skin, drawing blood. Cheryl shrieks and thrashes on the bed. "Let me go!" Cheryl yelps. The hand holds onto Cheryl, appearing without applying too much effort. Cheryl cries and begs. Jason's deformed face closing in on her.
"Just remember Cheryl," Jason begins, a sprinkle of blood jetting out of his mouth. "I will always love you. The way big brothers should." Jason's jaw begins to pop out of place, his mouth widening enough to peer way back into his throat. His jaw swinging back and forth like a rocking chair. Cheryl shakes, pleads. She closes her eyes as she pulls her wrist out of Jason's grasp. Her skin ripping along the way. A loud chuckle is heard from Jason before silence drapes the room.
Cheryl keeps her eyes close, feeling around her bed. She brushes her wrist feeling smooth, unpierced skin. Her eyelids swing open. Cheryl looks around her room to see nothing. The same empty, bleak darkness that befriended her before rests upon her eyes. Cheryl feels on herself, revealing her bare body. She shakes her head in bewilderment and fright.
It does not take long for Cheryl to fall back on her bed. Nothing but the sounds of the crickets, and her crying, to soothe her back to sleep.