"I was right."
Kirby choked back a sob as sweet relief swept over her. In just the matter of ten minutes everything had fallen apart. Her whole life she had always been the one watching horror movies, collecting the classics, reading up on trivia, and sorta taking pleasure in the fact that she was from the town where her favorite series took place in. In fact, as sad as it sounded...she thought it was cool that Jill was cousins with Sidney. She wasn't old enough
She was three years old when the first film was released, far too young to ever see it. Finally age the age of eight, her obsession with movies had taken over and nearly every Friday night she would be taken to the video store where she could rent whatever she wanted. For one sleepover she decided to rent to first two stab movies and was blown away.
She was too young to remember the murders that happened, but her mother had closely followed the story in the papers, taking pity on Sidney. It wasn't until Kirby was in the 8th grade that she finally met Jill and became close friends with her. One time she casually asked what it was like being a family member to someone who went through everything like her cousin did. Jill simply rolled her eyes saying she didn't know. It really never affected her.
Both would watch the Stab movies, enjoying it and never fully thinking that these were based on real murders. That these teenagers had been real, had lived in this town, had families, and were now dead.
Kirby planned on writing a paper on the murders for her English project coming up, even though she knew Mr. O' Connor would disapprove.
Now Olivia was dead and somehow she was so brainwashed it didn't even bother her. She had known Olivia for years, yet for the past twenty-four hours she acted as if nothing had happened. She honestly didn't know what was wrong with her.
She began to panic when Jill's cousin showed up.
They had hid downstairs, which her step-dad was currently in the middle of trying to turn into a game room. Her heart had pounded, and she watched helplessly as Charlie was tied up before her very eyes.
Why hadn't she let him in? Why hadn't she trusted him.
Now there was no answer on the other line, her stomach did a slight jump knowing she had gotten it right. Finally all those years of useless knowledge had paid off. Staring at Charlie, who looked so scared her heart ached.
She thought back of them in the office upstairs, how quick and unsuccessful it seemed. She hated herself for not letting him in. She was scared to death, but she had won.
"I fucking won."
She quickly walked out, looking around in the darkness before quickly kneeling down and ripping the tape off Charlie's mouth. His hair hung down and his hands still bloody.
"I did it Charlie, I got it right..."
She began to undo his legs as fast as she could. Charlie nervously looked as something moved in the bushes.
"Almost there.."
Kirby just wanted to take his hand and run. For a brief second she honestly saw herself thinking that she loved him. That if they could live through this night they could live through anything, and that she would never ever not trust him again.
Standing, she leaned over undoing his hands.
"Come on..."
Charlie began to stand, reaching behind him as his other hand firmly held onto her shoulder.
"Kirby, this is making a move."
Before she even had a change to react, a large knife blade went plunging into her stomach. For a brief second Kirby honestly didn't know what was happening. Her eyes widened as the blade cut through her flesh and muscle. The blade twist, cutting organs as blood began to ooze out. Kirby's body stiffened as she gasped. She stared at Charlie in disbelief.
"Four years of classes and now you notice me? It's too late now you stupid bitch!"
No...
Kirby didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be. Not Charlie...
Not the same Charlie that she had hung out with for years. Not the same Charlie she had talked with, had classes with, and even developed a crush on. Not the same Charlie she had sex with less than fifteen minutes ago upstairs.
She stared at his insane eyes as he slid the knife out and plunged it into her again, twisting upward as blood bubbled in her throat. At first she thought she was in shock before the worst possible throbbing pain entered her.
"Charlie?"
She asked in a breathless pain filled voice.
"Shhhh..."
Charlie held her as she gripped onto his body, she didn't want to believe he was the killer. She just wanted to wake up and see this was all just a bad dream. She prayed it was as more pain began to seize her body.
"Doesn't happen as fast as it does in the movies huh?"
She held onto him, feeling her vision begin to gray over.
"C-Charlie?"
The knife slid out of her as he threw her down, she hit the patio hard as her hands laced together over her badly bleeding wound.
This is just a movie...it can't be real. I can't die...I'm too young! No, it's not Charlie...he would never do this...
Her thoughts echoed in her head as she heard Charlie walk away. Holding herself as another wave of pain took over, she laid there as silent tears rolled down her face. Moments black a darkness over took her.
Twenty Minuit later two police officers walked over, shinning flashlights with their guns drawn.
"Found another one!"
One of the officers knelt down beside Kirby, who laid still in a dark puddle of blood. He pressed his fingers against her throat and felt a very weak pulse.
"WE GOT A LIVE ONE!"
Meanwhile Kirby drifted in a dark abyss in which she kept searching for Charlie.