"You can't escape."

"Why can't I?"

"Because..."

" Oh hell no..."

"... You're dead..."

"AHHH!"

I looked at Blossom, Bubbles, Boomer, Brick, and Butch. We were all in the same class. Holy shit, I had nightmares for the third time. I wonder if it'll come true. I'm so terrified now.

"Hey." I jumped when I heard that voice. I turned to face Butch. "God, don't scare me like that." I said. Butch sat in his seat next to me. "Hey, you okay? You look pale and you've been screaming in your sleep for three nights straight." Butch worriedly said. Am I? "I'm okay..." I managed to say.

I felt like someone was watching me from a distance.

"I'll find you. . ."

A voice. It was the same from my dream. What the hell? Who's calling me?

"You'll die. . ."

Okay, I have to avoid some things from now on. I can't sleep at night now. "Hey, Buttercup. You seem sick." Bubbles spoke as she came to my desk. Blossom did too. She touched my forehead and gasped.

"Buttercup, you have a cold forehead." Blossom whispered. "Are you okay?" Really? Butch had asked me that like ten seconds ago. "I'm fine..." I repeated myself, putting my head down on the desk. Why does this keep happening?

I looked at Brick. "I don't know what she's been up to now. Butch had been always there for her so why?" I asked him.

"Don't worry, Blossom." Brick smiled at me. I was really worried about Buttercup. I know that she had been screaming three days ago at midnight. So I have no idea what's happening.

I put on a grin on my face. "I do hope Buttercup will be all right. Just don't panic." Brick assured me.

Yeah. Brick has always been there for me and us two. The question is: Why is Buttercup screaming bloody murder? I'll just find out later.

I'm super worried about Buttercup! I was practically chewing my nails off. Boomer patted me on my back. "Hey, Bubbles. I know that Butch has been always by her side, but it doesn't mean he's trying to change her."

I didn't get it. "Um, in English?"

He laughed bitterly. "Well, I think Butch isn't making her change at all. It's just that Buttercup isn't feeling well. I suppose." Boomer explained to me.

Now I got it. I'm wondering the same thing as Blossom. I think. Still! "Let's just keep an eye on her for now." Boomer suggested.

"Yeah, sure." I agreed.

He smiled. I did too.

I just hope Butch will watch over her.

I can't get over that nightmare I had last night. I know that familiar voice from somewhere. But who was it? I can't put my finger on it. I'm so fucking confused right now!

I sat with the group during lunch. I stayed silent and didn't look at him once. Not even a glance. I can't tell him about that dream, though. He might tell his brothers and my sisters. They'll worry about me and take watch! I mean, I'm not a kid anymore! I'm seventeen!

He looked at me. "Hey, you've been silent since we got here." I finally looked at him. I know that he could see the bags under my eyes. I look like a ghost obviously.

"I'm fine, Butch." I groaned and grabbed my backpack to go to the bathroom. I looked at the mirror. I could see my reflection. No, it was a ghost. A real one. In the mirror. I kept silent. That figure was creepy. It had blood coming down its cheeks and mouth. It was really pale. It wasn't Bloody Mary. A good thing that no one was in this bathroom.

"You aren't safe. . ." that figure said to me. I rolled my eyes.

I decided to talk back to it. "And what're you gonna do about it anyways?"

The lights in the bathroom began to flicker on and off. I became real scared. I backed away from the mirror. I ran to the door. It was locked! Damn it! I stepped away from the door. I saw that figure come from out from the mirror. Now I wish I hadn't said nothing! Also, the bathroom went dark. I'm frightened on what I'm gonna do. I felt my back on the wall. Oh shit, it's getting closer and closer.

"Please get away from me!" I screamed.

It got closer and closer, slowly. "You cannot be heard. . ." it said.

"I didn't do anything!" I protested.

Getting closer... "But you did!" It yelled back at me.

"Who are you and what did I do?!" I demanded. It was already close.

"I... can't tell you!" Then it disappeared before I could say anything. The lights turned back on and the door unlocked. My heartbeat was getting faster every second. I was still terrified on what just happened. I opened the door and ran out to my locker. I opened it. It read:

You'll die.

In big letters. It looked like it was written in blood. I shuddered. Like what the hell?

"Buttercup!" I heard a familiar voice yell from down the hall. I turned my head, note still in my hands. Butch!

I hugged him like someone had died. "What's wrong?" he asked. "N-nothing." I whispered. "You're okay! We were worried you didn't come back."

"You missed me?" I squeaked. Butch raised an eyebrow at me. "Well, yeah. I mean, who would not miss you at all?" I smiled.

"Well, I'm here." I said. "Well, I have to go. You coming?" Butch questioned. I put a hand on my locker door. "Well, I'll catch up with you!" He just waved and ran the other direction.

I faced my locker. I looked at the mirror placed in my locker door. I could see my reflection.

"I'm still here. . ."

That voice... is evil. Why is it out to get me? Why just me? I need answers. Right here. Right now.

Night had begun. I'm still scared. I sat on my bed, glancing at Butch. "You can't scream again, okay?" Butch asked me, putting an arm around my shoulder. On what happened today, I'm pretty sure I'll have nightmares again. I had goosebumps trail down my arm. "I-I'll just sleep." I put the covers on me. "Good night!"

Butch just looked at me. "Okay..." And he also climbed in bed with me. I was still wide awake. I couldn't sleep.

Just try Buttercup, just try.

And I fell asleep.

I woke up on the cold tiled floor. "Where am I?!" I screamed.

There was a shadow coming towards me. I sat up, back on the wall. I was panicking right now. God damn it!

"You'll never survive, dear flower." The figure said. What he just call me?

I was frozen in shock. "D-don't come any closer." I quietly whispered.

"Oh, why not?" it questioned me. I looked away. "You can't kill me." I answered. It got closer a second. I saw it come with a bloody knife at its hands. Oh crap. I'm screwed.

"I will kill you, even if you didn't remember what had happened a long time ago."

What was it saying? I didn't do nothing at all! The figure was close to my face. Wait, face... Green eyes... spiky hair... Holy crap... "Butch..." I breathlessly whispered.

He smirked. "Yes, now die." He jabbed the knife right in my stomach. I screamed out in pain. Tears flew from my eyes. Why did he do this? WHY?!

I screamed out loud, sitting up on my bed. Sweat trickled down my forehead. Butch woke up. "What's wrong, Buttercup?" he questioned me. Butch. Butch was the killer of me. I can't trust him. I'll just have to pretend to. Why do I always get murdered in my dreams?!

"It- it's nothing." I stuttered, getting back to sleep again. Butch wondered what happened. He glanced at the clock. I took a single glance at him. Liar. You didn't love me. You wanted to kill me. Demon. And I went back to sleep, thinking happy thoughts.

Butch stepped out of Buttercup's bed slowly, trying not hard to wake her up. He headed straight for her door. His eyes glowed yellow. He smirked. Butch headed downstairs to where Bubbles, Blossom, Boomer, and Brick are. Their eyes... were the same as his.

"Did Buttercup find out?" Brick asked. "She's found out in her dream. I knew I shouldn't gone up in her face like that." Butch explained. "If Buttercup already did, she doesn't trust you anymore. She might think you're a killer." Bubbles said.

Blossom was groaning. "Okay, I think we'll just pretend we care about her until the end of the month. Then all of us will just kill her. That's the damn plan. Got it?"

Everyone nodded. "Besides, dawn had just risen. Everyone, places." Blossom had demanded. Butch went back to Buttercup's room. Everyone went back to all their rooms. Boomer pretended to yawn.

Like. Nothing. Ever. Happened.

"Hey, Buttercup. Wake up. . ."

"Wh-what is it?"

I woke up to see Butch right in my face. I screamed and rolled off the bed. His face expression. . . was the same from my dream. Butch laughed and he held out his hand. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you have fun like old times." Butch laughed. I took his hand and helped me up.

I dusted myself off. "Well, you almost made me have a fucking heart attack!" I yelled at him. "I'm sorry..." he repeated. I smacked the back of his head. "Just shut up already." And I walked out of my room. I shut the door behind me. I'm getting all paranoid right now.

"Boo.." someone whispered in my ear. I took my fighting stance and accidentally hit Brick. "Oh my god! I apologize Brick!" I helped him up. He took off his red cap and messed up his hair again.

"It's okay. I know you have all these things going around your mind. So why not have a little scare, hmm?" And he walked away. That. Was. Weird.

Brick had just said to me 'I know you have all these things going around your mind'. Does it mean he knows? No, he might thought of something else rather than that.

I just sighed and went downstairs. I met Bubbles on the way. "Hey Bubbles." I cheerfully said, grinning. She saw me and smiled. "Hey, how's my older sister doing?"

She never asks me that.

"Nothing, nothing." I replied. Bubbles just grinned and walked upstairs. Weird... I walked into the kitchen, seeing Boomer cook. "What smells good?" I asked, hiding my suspicions. So my lit up a smile. Boomer turned around and faced me.

"I'm just cooking your favorite: bacon!" Boomer exclaimed, pointing the spatula at me. "Also, did you see the news yesterday? I heard it was gonna rain tonight." Boomer went back to cooking.

Wait, he never told me about the news.

"I'll be right back," I said, stepping out of the kitchen and running into the bathroom.

Double weird. Like what the hell?

I shut the door behind me and locked it. I didn't turn on the lights. I stepped away from the door and looked in the mirror. I could still see that creepy-ass figure reflection, that was glowing. Ugh.

I step to my side. It follows me! Like my reflection. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked the mirror.

The ghost looked at me with bloody eyes. Literally. "You killed me, Buttercup." it said.

I mean, WHAT? I never killed nobody! "I know you don't know at all." the figure in the mirror quietly whispered. "One thing, you killed me with this knife here."

The figure lifted its arm to reveal a bloody knife. The same from my dream!

"I... I'm sorry." I lied. The figure brushed its brown locks away from its face. It had yellow eyes. It's so beautiful. "Hey, wait! How do you know me?" I questioned.

"You know me now." The figure disappeared. I don't understand. Like who? Maybe someone I know. I got out of the bathroom and headed up to my room.

Who is it?

"You did good."

"Thanks."

"I think it's time to do so."

"Now?"

"No, idiot! Tomorrow!"

"Oh. . ."

"Just get out and look after her."

"Like a stalker?"

"What the hell do you think?!"

"Okay! Okay!"

"Now OUT!"

I rest my case. I'm killing her.

I couldn't sleep. It was already midnight. Butch was sleeping peacefully. Why can't I?! Stupid. Stupid. Stupid...

"Buttercup. . ."

The wind whispered my name."Who's there?" I whispered back, trying hard not to wake him up.

"You know. . ."

"No, I'm serious." I stated.

"It's me. . ."

I have clearly no idea. "I don't know."

"I have to go. He's waking."

I turned around. Butch is already awake. He got up and approached me. "Hey, are you alright? You're talking to yourself." Not trusting. An evil spirit lingers around his soul.

"Butch, I'm fine." I answered. "I mean, I should just get some rest for today." I swear, I saw his eyes turn yellow. I shook it off and climbed under the covers. I took one glance at him. He was looking at me. I turned to my side and slept.

I look at her sleep. I know today's the day I have to kill her. But why do I I have to do this? She's my girlfriend. I just groaned silently and headed to the dresser. From underneath my clothes, a small case lies beneath. I took it out and placed it on top of the dresser.

I opened it to reveal one... bloody... dagger... Why am I gonna kill Buttercup? I remember what she did when we were younger. She's guilty. But I love her. I looked down on the dagger. Should I? Or die again? So confused right now.

Dawn was already rising. I closed the case shut and stuffed it back down on my clothes. Please don't find it, Buttercup.

I'm sorry.

I woke up with rain trickling down my window. Ah, I remember Boomer saying that it was gonna rain today. Still weird. I look to my side.

"Huh? Butch isn't here." I muttered, looking around the room.

I opened my closet to reveal a hanging figure. I jumped and screamed into my hands. No, it's not Butch.

He must be around here somewhere. "Just be fine. . ."

I stood in the forest, pouring rain all over my head. I looked nothing. Buttercup thinks I'm evil. Well, damn right she got it! My eyes glowed yellow. You made me die twelve years ago.

"You didn't know what you were doing, weren't you?" I asked the empty air. "You're a disgrace to your own boyfriend." I muttered. I kept on walking until I seen a lake and trees around it. I looked up at the dark sky. I think it's time to do it. I knelt down to the ground and touched the water. My hand glowed red and I took my hand out. I had a sharp knife and it could easily kill someone with one light touch.

I smirked.

I sat on my bed, my knees hugging my chest. My room was dark. No sun to begin the day with. All rain. My door was shut tightly. A figure hanging inside my closet. I'm cursed.

"Isn't this what you deserved?"

It was the same voice. "Yes, I did."

"Good Buttercup. I'll kill you next."

"Whatever."

I'm already getting sick of all these crazy attempts happening to me. Ghosts, Butch, anything that is alive from the grave! I don't give a crap anymore. Just let me die.

I closed my eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Go ahead. What're you waiting for?" I asked impatiently. I'm wondering who is gonna kill me. Creating homicide. Woooww. . .

"We're waiting for you outside. . ."

I stood up and opened the door. Huh? No one is in this house. Empty. "I wonder if they all went out or something..." I muttered, going downstairs. I opened the front door and shut it behind me.

I went looking around. A figure was standing there, back facing me. "You've come." It was that voice! "Yeah, I've come. Aren't you gonna kill me?" I questioned.

He still didn't turn around. "I have a knife. So what do you think?" he spat. I rolled my eyes. "Just do it so you can get it over with!" He finally turned around.

It's... Butch. He's my killer?! "Wh-what?" I asked breathlessly. We both stood in the rain, staring at each other. His hand clutching the dagger. I'm terrified by being killed by my own boyfriend.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, tears running down my face. He didn't look at me. Just said, "You killed me when we were ten. With this knife here." He lifted up his palm to show me it. "I don't understand. . ."

Butch looked at me. "Well, remember all those creepy stuff?" he asked me. I nodded. "Well, I did those stuff." he responded. "But why?!"

"I was revived by your sisters." Butch didn't look at me this time. What was he saying?!

"What do you mean?" I could feel my voice crack. "After I died, my brothers dated your sisters a little and then they all revived me. Because they need four people to bring a person back from the dead." Butch explained.

"I also don't get why you need to kill me." I said.

Butch walked closer to me. "It's your fault, Buttercup. You held a grudge against me this whole time."

I felt offended and my heart shattered. I put on my poker face. "Well, what're you waiting for? Kill me!" I demanded. Butch held up the knife. "You asked for it." I closed my eyes and waited for him. All I heard was a scream. I jolted my eyes open.

I saw was Butch. The knife plunged into his stomach. "I'm... sorry... Buttercup..." I could see blood coming out. Rain was still pouring. I bent down and touched his cold body. "Why did you kill yourself?"

He couldn't hear me. He was already dead. Tears flew down my face. It kept on raining...

A week passed and I didn't have nothing frightening in my house. It all stopped. Probably because of him. Now, everything has turned back to normal. But I still do miss him, though. He was the sacrifice. I guess he really did love me after all.

I stood in the mirror, hand placed on my cheek. "What's wrong with me?" I asked to nobody. Actually, Butch's brothers also disappeared. I wonder why... That doesn't matter now. I can't date anyone right now. Only Butch. He tried to kill me, but he just created suicide for himself. So I'm guessing Butch wants me to live.

"I wonder where you are right now. . ." I whispered to the mirror. I looked at my reflection. I hadn't slept in two days.

I just miss him a lot. I hated the frightening things that happened to me. But it was all Butch. So... it was his evil spirit side.

"I'm still here, Buttercup. But as another person."

I grinned evilly as my eyes flashed red. "I'm still out to get you. Just remember that. What happened a week ago was all just a pretty little act I put on."

Be ready. . .