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(Ciara's POV)
I rolled onto my left side and peered at the digital clock on my nightstand. It read in bright red digits "6:56 AM." I groaned, flipped onto my back, and tried to go to sleep, but it didn't work...again. I had not been able to sleep all night since I saw that news report. It rang clearly through my mind: "17 year old Stephanie Merchant and her boyfriend, 16 year old Mikey Way, were both found dead just outside the Merchant residence. We do have photographs from this tragic crime scene and will show them, but we must warn you- these photos are extremely graphic and suggest that if you have young children in the room with you, you should escort them elsewhere. The-" I turned off the TV after that.
Stephanie, one of my closest friends, and Mikey, my boyfriend's younger brother, were both killed. Slaughtered. Massacred! Afraid of what nightmares would plague me if j slept, I managed to stay awake. All night. And I was pretty fucking tired, but of course I had to go to my personal hell: our high school. There was no sign of my mom, but the delicious scent of coffee wafted throughout the room. I realized she must have already left for work, so I shrugged and wasted no time pouring myself a generous helping after downing 3 cups, I made my way back upstairs to get ready for school.
I grabbed my white Paramore t-shirt, purple skinny jeans, and hightop black and white Converse, changing quickly. I decided to turn on the radio since I had a little extra time for once. "A local murder has the town raging tod-" I changed the station, "The murder of two high schoolers-" I changed the station again. After tuning my radio for about 10 minutes, something a certain reporter said caught my attention, "The only piece of evidence left at the murder scene was a Halloween costume mask. It is the mask from the horror movie Scream, that was based on a true and tragic event. The killer from that movie is more commonly known as 'Ghostface' by most high schoolers, especially with Halloween approaching. Forensics are being tested at this very moment to see is thee is a match in DNA. Has someone taken this infamous movie farther than the movie screen? Find out more here, at 11."
Scream... That's my favorite movie! But what kind of demented person would go so far as to duplicate it? I shrugged when nothing cane to mind and pulled on my backpack. Marching downstairs, I grabbed to more cups of coffee in travel mugs, and headed out the door for school. Half a block away from my house, I stopped and pulled my cell phone from my backpack. I pressed "1" and Gee's number was instantly dialed- thank god for speeds dial. Unfortunately, he didn't answer and my call went straight to voicemail. I decided to leave him a message, "Hey, GeeGee. I'm here for you, and I always will be- to the end. Call me back whenever you get this. I love you so much, baby. Bye!" I shoved my phone into my back pocket and continued on my way.
Three blocks away from school, I ran into Frank and Emma. Frank had his arm protectively around Emma's waist and was pulling her close, like he expected someone to jump out of the bushes and take here from him- and he was NOT going to let that happen. Emma's eyes were red and swollen, a clear sign she had been crying alot. "Hey Ciara," Frank said, walking over. "Hey you guys. Looks like Gee isn't coming to school, nit that I blame him. He didn't answer when I called, he must be so tore up about Mikey," tears welled up in my eyes as I spoke. "Yeah, he didn't answer any of my texts either..." Frank replied. I stared down and realized I still had one full cup of coffee in my hands- I gave it to Emma.
"Thanks, Ciara. I need this," she said between sips. We continued on our way and soon reached the school. Eric, Ray, and Grace were all sitting on the steps leading into our high school. "Hey you guys," Ray said, but he wasn't his usual happy self, he looked like he was in pain. Preps shoved past us as we sat down by our friends. One even took the time to come back out of the building, push past the other students that were going in for class, and kicked Frank in the ribs. We were used to this kind of treatment, but I would not deal with this kind of shit today. I walks right up to the jock and punched him square in the jaw. His hand instantly flew up to his face and he unintentionally let his guard down. I hooked my right leg behind his knees and pulled forward, bringing him down.
Leaning over him, I spit on his face, "I'm sick of you and the rest of your friends messing with us. Pull this shit one more time, and I will gladly send you to the hospital, understand?" He nodded weakly and scrambled to his feet before scurrying away. "Thanks, Ciara. But you didn't have to do that," Frank said. I turned towards the rest of my friends and sat back down. "And miss a chance to beat up a jock? Fuck no! I would gladly do it again!" My friends and I laughed, but it didn't feel right. We were missing something. We were missing some of our friends. We were missing some of our family.
"I don't think I can handle a whole day at school," Emma said. I nodded, "You guys wanna ditch and go see Gee? I wanna make sure he's ok." The others agreed and we headed off in the direction of Gee's house. "Why would they kill them?" Grace mused. "They always treat us wrong. Maybe some jocks took it too far?" Ray suggested. Eric shook his head, "Probably not. Maybe someone wants to make a sequel to Scream, and Stephy and Mikey were just unfortunate pawns in this complex game of life. Maybe their deaths were just a warning for something even bigger that's coming- but that's just my guess." I couldn't help but stare; that didn't sound suspicious at all!
"Uhh…ok… Let's just hurry up- I don't wanna get caught ditching again," Frank said. We picked up the pace and Gee's house soon came into view. I called him one more time as we stood in his drive way, but he still didn't answer. "His parents' car isn't home and I think I saw his car in there through the garage window." Grace said. "Ok, perfect. I got my spare key, here," Frank gestured to the door, "I got it." I heard the door "click" and saw it open an inch or two. We hurried inside, because seven teenagers standing outside a house when they should be in school didn't look very good, and I rushed upstairs to Gee's room. On the way, I passed Mikey's room and felt that Gee would probably be in there. Backing up, I opened the door to a somewhat expected sight: Gee sitting on Mikey's bed hugging his stuffed unicorn, Sparkles (yeah Mikey, the guy who played bass better than anyone else on the planet had a thing for unicorns), to his chest for dear life.
"GeeGee?" I said, cautiously making my way across the room. His head snapped up from the fluffy, pink stuffed animal and the first thing I noticed was his eyes- they were as red as his hair. "C-Ciara?" I felt a pain in my heart just by looking at him. I heard a cough come from the doorway, so I turned to see Emma and Frank. "We'll be waiting downstairs," Emma said, shutting the door behind her. I walked over and climbed onto the bed next to Gee, wrapping my arms around his torso. "I just c-can't believe he's g-gone. Why would anyone want to k-kill them? They never did anything bad to anyone." "I don't know, babe. But they'll find them." He nodded feebly and I kissed the tip of his nose; I haven't seen him like this since his grandmother past away.
"I'll leave alone. Love you," I said as I headed for the door. "Wait, Ciara?" "Yeah?" I stopped and turned to face Gee. "I love you too. And, thanks." "For what, Gee?" "For everything." Tears threatened to show themselves when he said that, but I fought them back, I had to be strong for Gee. "I love you so much Ciara." "I love you too. See you later Gee," and with that I shut the door behind me. As I slowly stepped down the stairs, I lost the battle I had been fighting and the tears overflowed from my eyes, flowing freely down my face and leaving stains on my cheeks. The only thought I had now was: I'm a pretty damn good actress.