Hello. My name's Kim, and this is my will. I know you don't start them like this but I don't read wills in my spare time so I have no idea how to do this. Thing is I need to tell you all what happened and who I want to give my things to. My dad is the killer if you're looking for witnesses. How quaint, huh? Witnessing my own murder. Never mind, the irony probably isn't even making making you laugh, well I hope it's not. How horrid would it be if you laughed on the day of my death? Or the day you find my body... Hmm , there's something to think about.
I scrunched the piece of paper up, hitting the lamp as I did so, and watched as it swung from side to side. Once it was still again and the shadows had stopped dancing around the room I tried again. I had to get this right and freaking out all over my will, showing everyone my final words were not witty, sarcastic, funny or enough to get it put in a movie as a cheesy line... That's not exactly what I wanted.
I'm locked in my basement. Although if you're reading this it's probably going to be: The girl who died on the 10th of September 2014 was locked in her basement during 20 hours until she starved to death. But who's going to pick that as the headline for a newspaper? Nobody because no-one actually cares.
Wait, that's not what I was supposed to write in my will… I wasn't trying to plan out what would happen afterwards, nor was I trying to get them to feel bad for me. I had enough of the procrastination, I thought I might as well get on with it and stop stalling; I drummed the rubber at the back of the pencil against my lips, tempted to bite it like I always did.
To the love of my life,
If you've managed to get this from the firm grip that's probably trying to stop you from reading this then you now know. I do realise how stupid this is and being honest with you, I don't really care anymore.
Jared I love you. And I'm dead now, having in mind that nobody's going to get their hands on this if I survive. I'm not stupid though Jared. I know you can't last more than 3 days without water and even if I managed to get some lasting more than three weeks without food would be a miracle.
After Ryan made me feel bad I ran into the forest, found a planetarium, met your good friend Sam, and the rest is history… Well, not really but you get what I mean. My dad was so mad that I wasn't at home when he came back, he kicked me and punched me until I lost feeling of space and time, fainting. I woke up in here, not really aware of where I was up to the moment when I heard footsteps above my head.
Jared, if you're going to pay attention to only one part of the letter then let it be this: Take care of Blue and Grey for me. Their location is unbeknownst to me, yet I have faith that you'll find them or that they'll at least be close to the house. So please, whoever you are, save them.
Thank you,
Kim.
I looked at it and shook my head in despair. It was the worst thing I'd ever written in my life. Paragraphs all muddled with no link between them, and worst of all I'd left the important part that he needed to know to the end. What if after reading "love of my life" and "Jared" in the same letter he scrunched it up into a ball and threw it into the nearest bin? Grey and Blue would be dead before anyone even knew who they were and that they were missing. Were they in danger? Oh god, I hadn't thought about that. Here I was, selfishly worrying about myself and they were out there, either crying because they couldn't find their big sister or in another basement in who knows where. I hated this.
Abandoning my plan to stay quiet in hopes of not attracting any attention I started banging on the basement door repeatedly, yelling for help. Nobody came, and I didn't think anyone was going to come tell me to put a sock in it, when the footsteps above my head began. I believed them to be coming towards me but after awhile it became evident that this person was pacing. Was it dad? I doubted he could feel remorse about what he'd done, maybe he was just wondering where to dump the body?
Sticking the note in my pocket and putting my bum back on the dusty floor I prayed that whoever found the letter would read it through to the end, if my dad didn't decide to put me into a river that made the note fade away into oblivion, that was.
"Help!" The sob escaped my mouth, as the reality of what was going on appeared in my mind. Maybe I was blowing the whole thing out of proportion but what if I was rightfully scared? What if he shot me in the head? What if he… Oh god. This day could not possibly get any worse. My vision blurred, hiccuping through the sobs in an attempt to stifle them I pulled myself as close to the wall as possible and surrounded myself with the empty boxes, they were a weak barrier but all I had.
In that moment I realised the situation was so drastic that a wall made from cardboard actually reassured me that I was safe for a few moments.
Give my love to Blue, Grey, Alice, Misty and Jared.
Give my dad a nice slap to the face.
Regarding my possessions… Give my clothes to Blue so she can put them on when she's older and remember me.
My computer to Misty who I know has always loved it.
All of my money to the kids.
The old nintendo and game boy in the back of my closet can be Grey's if he shares them with Blue.
Make sure they're all happy. Don't mourn my death for too long, simply keep on going with your lives as if I, Kim, had never even happened.
Observing my handiwork I took the pencil away from the box that now had my actual will. The letter would stay in my pocket for now. The lead snapped in half halfway through it so most of the writing was smudged and hard to read, but legible, hopefully. A yawn involuntarily escaped my mouth so I layed down behind my "protection", deciding to deal with it in the morning.
That was, if tomorrow really came, which I was starting to have doubts about. It could all end tonight and I'd never see the sun again.
Jared's POV
I'd been feeling bad all day. This feeling of dread kept spreading through my stomach, tying it in tight knots that barely left me move without collapsing back in pain. If this was what a period felt like then I could understand why girls loathed it so much, but this wasn't just a stomach flu, this was sickness and the feeling of danger lurking nearby, all rolled into one. I was going to throw up so bad.
"I can't take it anymore!" Pulling on my hair I transformed, running into the forest as fast as I could while the other minds invaded mine. Even so, moving felt much better than sitting down with my knees pulled to my chest, yet it all came back soon enough. You're going the wrong way. Huh? You need to save her. Who was that? It didn't sound like any of the wolves in the pack, was I turning crazy? Go! Now! I was so confused by this point that my feet stopped, refusing to keep going in that direction, turning my body around and pointing me straight to a place I very well knew as it all became evident.
"Help!" It was soft, not a cry for help, simply the cries of despair of someone who's lost all hope. Kim.
