Our story begins in a small sandy town in California, Playa Linda.
My name is Amethyst people call me Amy. I am here to tell you a tale, a story not many would believe…but then where does the story come from I wonder?
"Aunt Ava." Nikki lie on the floor, the telephone in her right hand, a steak knife in her left. Blood trickled down her forehead from the open wound in her skull. The pain was greater than anything she had ever felt.
"Aunt Ava! Where are you?" Her aunt lay in the living room, among broken furniture and blood.
"Nikki….call…the…police…" her voice was shaky and barely audible, but Nikki heard it, only because everything else in the house was utterly silent.
"I can't…Ava…there is no dial tone….she must of cut the lines." Nikki looked up at the ceiling, her head pounding with agony. "I don't know where Bradin is…or…Jay"
Ava tried to turn her head so she could see Nikki in the kitchen, but the wound on her shoulder bled objection.
"Do you think she'll come back…to check us?" Ava whispered.
"Maybe…" Nikki said softly, fear flooding her voice.
"We have to find someway…to get help. Maybe you could go and get Cameron?" Nikki's eyes began to burn as she thought what Cameron might be doing now, out with friends, or watching a movie, surfing the net, unaware that she was sprawled on the kitchen floor aching and bleeding.
"Ava, what if he isn't there? I just don't know…If I could…I'm in so much pain."
Ava sighed and inhaled sharply as she lifted her upper half off of the floor.
"I have to get to the police, or someone…We'll die if we sit here…"
"I know." Nikki breathed.
"Hey, Nik…" Ava said trying to sound hopeful "We'll make it out. I promise you."
Nikki began to cry loudly, as she too lifted herself off of the floor.
"I hope you are right."
Bradin was on the beach, his stomach was gashed deep, and his hands were covered in the blood from the wound.
He had no idea where anyone else was or the condition they were in. The last he saw of his sister and his aunt was when he was at the house, just before he and Amy left.
He was so sure something wasn't quiet right that night, and now laying on the sand he was sure his feelings were correct.
No matter what happened, or if the rest of his family was safe or not, Bradin would always blame himself for what happened he was the one that introduced Amy to his family, he was the one who fell for her so willingly.
He was stupid, he knew she was dangerous.
He shouldn't have even been with her tonight, not after what happened a couple of days ago.
"She needs help." He remembered telling his aunt at dinner last night.
His eyes filled with sadness, remembering the times when he and his brother and sister would watch movies with his aunt, and Johnny, and Jay, and even Erika…
He missed Erika very much, he should have never let her go.
If she was still in Playa Linda, this never would have happened, if he hadn't got into that fight with her then she would probably be on this beach with him holding him and whispering things into his ear.
Now the only thing in his ear was sand.
In his mind thoughts and memories swirled fast, some blending together making them not even visible.
He was sure he was dying because all his memories were flashing before him, even as far back as when he was seven years old living in Kansas, still with his mother and his father…he would be seeing them soon…they would all be a family again, if what he thought had happened truly did. Derrick, Nikki, Ava…all of them, so unaware of what a monster Amy was.
It was all his fault.