"Delilah!"
Leave me alone.
"Delilaahh!"
Please shut up.
DELILLLAAHHHH!"
Damn.
I opened my eyes after my dream was rudely interrupted by the sound of my name being yelled from downstairs. I groaned and shut my eyes once more trying to go back to sleep. I heard someone stomping up the stairs which was most likely my aggravated mother. I swear to god I will chuck a pillow at this woman's face if she enters this room. She then proceeded to pound on my door like a fucking cop.
"Delilah its 5:30 and you need to get up." She yelled, her voice slightly muffled by my door.
There goes my hope in getting more sleep. I sighed and slowly rolled out of bed. There was another knock. I rolled my eyes.
"Mom, I'm up. Chill out with the knocking!" I yelled irritation evident in my tone.
"I just want your first day to go well….." She mumbled before making her way back downstairs.
I rubbed my temples in frustration as I walked to the bathroom. Why am I so fucking exhausted? Oh yeah that's right, its 5:30 in the frickin morning.
I peed really quick before jumping in a warm shower. As I washed myself, goosebumps formed across my skin from the warmth.
After showering I wrapped myself in a bright yellow towel and headed to my closet to pick an outfit. A yawn escaped my mouth as I shifted through numerous articles of clothing. Unlike most people, I don't give a fuck about the first day, which made me decide that I don't give a fuck about what I wear on the first day either. So with that being said, I picked out a simple pair of skinny jeans and a system of a down t-shirt, along with my pair of black Vans. As I got dressed I glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand.
6:20 a.m.
I have an hour…..why am I awake?
Ah well…whatever.
Whistling as I walked back to the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and started brushing through my damp mid-back length dark green hair. Some people cringe at the idea of having green hair, but I love it.
After applying eyeliner and mascara I screwed in both my eyebrow and lip piercings. Unfortunately, my mother made me take them out last night since her boss came over for dinner. In my opinion, he just wants to get in her pants. But my mom being completely oblivious about his intentions just saw it as an opportunity for a promotion. How lovely.
I glanced at my clock again.
6:40 a.m.
I guess I should head down stairs now….
As I descended the stairs I could smell the coffee my mother makes her self every morning. I walked into the average looking living room and plopped down on our old brown couch. My mother was sat down in our old green recliner still wearing her pajamas, and her light brown hair in a bun. My mother looked at me with her tired eyes while sipping her coffee.
"There have been frequent murders around our area lately." She cleared her throat as she set her mug on the coffee table next to her.
"That's…..interesting." I shrugged, not really caring.
She rolled her bright green eyes and stood up from the recliner. Her eyebrows furrowed as if she looked frustrated.
"Yeah it really is. I can see you don't care very much but I do. Please stay safe, apparently this killer has a taste for kidneys." She said as she slipped on her old pink slippers and grabbed her keys from the coffee table.
I couldn't help but crinkle my nose up in disgust at the idea of a kidney thief. What could they possibly be doing with those kidneys? I shuddered, thinking about what might possibly be happening with the stolen organs.
"Now, get your butt up, I'm taking you to school. First day at high school! How exciting, right?!" She grinned.
At first I thought she was joking, until I saw that she truly was excited. I looked at her in disbelief as I got up from the couch.
"Really mom?" I questioned, disgusted at how excited she was. I swear, some days this woman is psycho.
"Oh come on Del, I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think!" She chuckled before making her way out the door and headed towards our maroon van. What a typical motherly thing to say, but then again my mom is one of those typical moms that try to make everything positive.
I rolled my eyes and trailed behind her, shutting the front door behind me. As soon I was outside a warm breeze hit me making me grateful that even though summer break is over, it still feels like summer. Nice….Maybe I'll take a dip in our pool later…eh.
The van rumbled to life as I got in and slammed the door. The drive was silent, and the only things we passed were just continuous trees on the way to school. I don't mind living in a small, quiet town surrounded by forests. It's quite peaceful.
As soon as the car pulled up to the school, we said our goodbyes and departed. As I walked up to the school I couldn't help but dread the most likely boring day ahead of me.
Just as I had predicted, the first day was really boring. All the first day is an introduction to classes, lectures about school expectations, meeting new teachers, same thing every single year. I honestly couldn't care less.
As soon as the bell rang, I had practically ran out of the school and I was now currently walking with my one and only friend, Kelsey. We've been friends for about 8 years. I don't mind only having one friend because I dislike most people.
As we walked down the sidewalk I noticed that the sky had gotten cloudy, looking as if it could storm at any moment. I looked over at Kels whose eyes were glued to her phone screen. I frowned, why wasn't she talking? She's usually all hyper and jumpy. She hasn't even talked to me all de43day; I'm surprised she even walked with me.
"So kels….you didn't message me at all this summer…..what's going on?' I questioned, attempting to start a conversation even though I truly was curious. Every summer she's usually out with her family so we don't really see each other. So instead, she messages me but I didn't receive any message which was unusual.
She looked at me with her icy blue eyes before sliding her phone in her pocket. A light breeze had caused her brunette hair to whip in different directions. I immediately felt as if something was wrong.
She sighed, "Well I had a pretty…..tough summer. My mother took away all communication and we went to a hidden cabin where we practically hid from the world in order to keep us safe." Her lips pursed after she spoke.
What? To keep them safe from what?
I looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"
She shoved her hands in her hands in her pocket and glanced at the cracked sidewalk before she answered.
"Our house had been broken into at the beginning of summer. It was extremely late and it wasn't any ordinary break in. Whoever broke in wasn't there to steal our furniture, or jewelry, not even our money. They were there to steal something more…vital." Her voice was bitter as she told me her story. Her face was tense, as if it hurt to tell me what happened.
"I remember waking up In the middle of the night to the sound of someone using our stairs and I thought nothing of it, thinking it was just someone going to the bathroom or getting a drink of water. So I had drifted back to sleep but it was only a few minutes later that I was awoken once more by the sounds of my sister's screams. At that point I was terrified, not knowing what to do. If the cops didn't come at the time they did, I probably would have been killed too." She hiccupped; tears were now rolling down her cheeks as she spoke.
Shock was coursing through me as I took in her story, not really expecting it to be that serious. I grabbed her hand in support, not really knowing what to say. I couldn't help but feel curious as to what she meant by vital….or who it was that attacked her.
"Kels….. Who attacked you? And what do you mean by vital?" I asked quietly, not trying to push her too far.
"It was a man…..he took her kidneys…..the sick bastard took my sister's kidneys. And right before the cops came he came to my room and…I had never been so frightened in my life." She swallowed, fear evident in her voice as tears were still flowing down her face.
My eyes widened and I gulped, suddenly remembering what my mother had told me earlier.
Kidneys…..Killer…..our area…..holy fuck.
My curiosity had sky rocketed, I suddenly ached to ask more. Who is this man? What does he look like? I bit my lip contemplating whether to ask more. My curiosity had gotten to me and I decided to ask.
"W-what did he look like?" I whispered.
My hand was still clasped in hers as we continued our walk down the sidewalk, almost close to my street. Her grip had tightened before she spoke.
"He wore a blue mask and a black hoodie" She said it so simply.
"Oh?"
"Yah but…that's really not what had scared the shit out of me." Her jaw clenched as she looked forward.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was so scary about this man? I started to get frustrated with her, still wanting to know everything.
"What scarred you?"
What she said next made chills run up and down my back.
"The man…he had no eyes. Just deep black pits."