Life Changes Sometimes

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Friday-Chapter-1

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On a humid day like this, the town was quiet. The silence was eerie, like being in the middle of a storm or being surrounded by darkness. Nevertheless, no one would notice, and why should they?

The wind tugged in different directions. A lot of the time it moves fast, and sometimes it slows down, as if it is trying to whisper a long-held secret.

“I couldn’t care less if he died.” I say as the sound of zombies gurgling and groans fills my ears.

“Well at least try and see my point of view Nadia”. Currently, I am hanging out at my best friend Mack’s house on a Friday. We’ve spent the entire day playing a new multiplayer game that involves fighting off hordes of zombies.

We’re to the point where we have a choice for one of the main characters to die, but we disagree on it. John smith is the character’s name, and Mack thinks he should live. I think he should be killed because he’s useless, and most likely going to kill someone important.

I find this game interesting because if the two players can’t agree on a decision, then the game will select the player who is most trusted by the group, which happens to be me.

I choose to kill John and Mack gets mad. “Damn it, Nadia, we could’ve used him” he said as he threw his controller on the ground.

My body tenses up as it lands in front of me with a thud. He pauses the game on my controller and turns to face me, his expression filled with concern. "Sorry Nads, I just wanted to use him to find other people like him that we could kill”.

I nod and stand up. “That’s ok we can run it again another time, I have to get home before my mom gets there”. I say as I check my watch, grab my keys, and put my jacket on. He walks me to his front door and opens it, we hug and say, ‘See you later’.

He waits until I’m in my car to go back inside. When he does, I start my car and drive back home.

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I turn the engine off once I’m home and make my way up to the front door. I get my keys out and unlock the door, and when It’s opened, I’m welcomed to complete darkness.

I find my way toward the switch and flip it on. “Where have you been Nadia?“. I nearly jumped out of my skin with the jump scare this woman just gave me.

I turn towards the living room and she’s on a chair facing the front door. “Mom, I thought you were still at work what are you doing here?“.

I say as I put my keys and jacket up. She just sits there, and for a second, I think she’s possessed, as I’m about to make a run for the things that I just put down, she talks.

“I got off early just to see how my beautiful little girl is doing”. She says it like she’s happy, but she doesn’t smile.

I start to bite the inside of my mouth, hoping she doesn’t ask me where I was today. I’m about to speak when she does before me. “So where were you today?“. I feel cursed at the moment, I think where was I today? I need a believable lie.

“Uh, I was at the library for a while, how was your day Mother?” I hope she believes me, then again, she can probably see right through me.

“That’s funny because before I came here, I checked, but you weren’t there”.

Fuck me, she completely ignored my question too, that’s ok I’ll just add another lie, cause lies are always good.

Think, okay I got it. “Really, well you must’ve just missed me, because afterward, I went to my new friend Caley’s house, so”.

I just keep lying, lie, lie, lie, you would think I have them stored up my ass, but no.

My mom gives me a look that says ‘Really asshole? I know you’re lying’. That doesn’t stop me, because I keep ranting on about my fake friend, and how we met.

“Nadia, you better not have been at that boy Mackiel’s house, I keep telling you he’s no good”.

This is the part where I remember why I don’t like my mom. “Mom just because he’s not white like you, doesn’t mean he’s always up to no good”. She goes to speak but I make my way towards the stairs ignoring her pleas, and nonsense that she’s trying to tell me.

“I’m just trying to look out for you Nadia, why can’t you see that”. I ignored her and continued up the stairs.

I sigh and walk to my room, with her still following me. “It’s not good to be near them blackies”. I’m sick of her and her ways, she’s probably like this because of my grandparents.

She’d be a way better mom if she let this whole ‘I hate people who don’t look exactly like me’ thing go. “That’s not even a word Mom, so stop it, Mack has done nothing to anyone, and you know it, you’re acting like a kid in an adult’s body”.

I angrily close the door and quickly lock it, trying to block out her presence. As I hear her silently walk away from the door, I feel a pang of sadness settle in my chest. My hand automatically reaches for my Air Pods, I connect them to my phone and play music on low.

I take my laptop out and search the internet for anything new. After clicking a couple of links, I found a video that’s titled (TDD:1450). It looks sketchy, and I’m about to keep scrolling when I hear something drop outside my window.

I realize that I forgot to close my window this morning before I left.

I stand up and approach the window, just as I’m about to close the window I see a person. Now this isn’t just any person, it’s a person eating trash. They’re just munching away in the trash bin in front of my garage.

Anyway, right now I’m wondering if I should be the good person I am and offer them some food.

Then again, I’m also wondering if I should call the cops, after all this could be a smart killer plotting ways to kill me tonight.

As I’m thinking, and closing the window that’s now making noise, the trash eater looks up at me.

My eyes widened in shock as I took in the sight of the trash eater’s face, covered in deep bite marks. Blood trickled from the wounds, adding to the already unappealing appearance of this person. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of creature could have inflicted such damage on this man.

Yup, this is where I call the cops. I take my Air Pods out and turn the music off. When I look back, I see the person running towards the house, just in time. No way am I letting that garbage enjoyer come in here.

I race towards my laptop, heart pounding with anticipation as I eagerly click on the cameras, I had carefully set up over a year ago. With bated breath, I wait for the screens to come to life.

I barely imagined a situation where cameras would be essential but holding my computer in my hands now brings an unexpected sense of relief.

The security footage displayed empty corridors, devoid of any trace of the disease-stricken individual. However, the lingering sense of unease whispered that their presence still lingered within the shadows, evading the watchful eyes of the surveillance system.

Then again, that could just be my paranoia.

I go over to my bed and check under. Found it, I grab my two knives from underneath and head towards my door.

I unlock it, open it, then close it back.

When I’m out of my room I listen for any noise, and when I don’t hear anything, I head downstairs.

I look around and see the lights are off, I guess my mom must’ve come back down to turn them off, but just in case she didn’t I grip my knife harder. When I make it down the stairs, I go around the house quickly, and quietly to make sure all the doors are locked.

Once I’m done, I go to check the alarm, then my cameras that are inside the house, and any hiding spot in case someone got in. I find nothing and head back upstairs.

I turn the other way this time to check on my mom. With trembling hand, I gently rap my knuckles against the wooden door, but there’s no response. I cautiously turn the doorknob and peek inside to find her slumbering peacefully on her bed, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

I go up to her, check the room, and pull the covers over her.

She moves a little but snuggles into the blanket. I kiss her forehead and leave the room.

When I’m done, I go back to my room, close the window, and the blinds, and put my laptop, and other things away.

I turn my mini light on and put one knife under the bed, and the other under my pillow.

I go to sleep with my good buddy Trash Eater on my mind. Where did they go?

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Next Day —(Saturday)

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As the blaring siren of my alarm clock jolts me awake, the delicious aroma of pancakes wafts through my bedroom door. I roll out of bed, already salivating at the thought of my favorite type of breakfast.

I reach out to my alarm and turn it off and remembering what happened yesterday I reach under my pillow and take the knife from under it. I put it back under my bed frame and try to put my tiredness behind me to stand up.

Once I’m standing, I make my way towards my bathroom door and open it. I brush my teeth and wash my face.

After that I rush back to my room, take some clothes out, then head back into the bathroom to take a shower. When I’m done, I come out with a towel wrapped around me, and I get dressed.

I’m about to get ready to head downstairs for some breakfast when I remember the video I was going to click off yesterday. I know it’s probably a bad idea, but now I want to check it out.

I also think about that trash eater that ran off, I initially thought they were a killer trying to lure me to them and lower my guard, but now I think they were just embarrassed to be caught eating trash.

I mean if that was me, I know I’d be embarrassed. Shaking the thought out of my head I go to my desk, sit down, and pull my laptop out. I opened it, and the video from yesterday is still there.

Only three other people have watched this. I click play and the video starts dark, and this goes on for a while. Then it turns static. I’m about to click off when the video cuts to a man tied to a chair and gagged.

Another man comes in through a door and starts fixing his hair in a mirror on the wall near the side of the room. This is some freaky stuff.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” The man spoke up, and I’m going to assume he was talking to the man in the chair. At least I hope he was.

The man in the chair tried to scream, but his shouts were muffled by the gag.

I can’t just keep calling these guys the man that’s standing, and the man that’s in the chair, so I’ll name them.

The man in the chair is named, Kevin, and the man that’s standing is named Kinky Kirk. Kirk heads over to a mini table and picks up two syringes.

One is green, and the other one is red. Kirk then walks back over towards Kevin and injects him with the green syringe.

Kevin starts shaking, and a little foam surrounds his gag. He’s going to choke if he doesn’t die from the seizure he’s having.

I don’t like this, so I try clicking off, but it says error.

What the actual hell did I get myself into? What if whoever posted this has my location and is going to do the same to me?

Well, nothing I can do now but keep watching. It’s not like I can call the cops or anything.

I mean I could, but what fun would that be? I go back to watching the video and see that Kevin has stopped moving. He looks dead, but then after a while, he starts moving again, but this time he won’t stop making noise.

I hope my mom doesn’t hear this; she probably would think I’m watching something else. With that thought, I take my headphones out and plug them into my computer.

Kevin keeps groaning, and growling, but Kirk doesn’t seem to care. Kevin starts sniffing the air and turns to Kirk. Kevin begins to get more aggressive and goes to attack Kirk, but I don’t know if he realizes, that he’s tied up.

Kirk heads to pick up the red syringe, then goes back to Kevin to once again inject him with it. Kevin stops moving again, and Kirk turns around, goes back to the table, and picks up a tablet that I had seen lying on the table before, but didn’t think much of it.

Kirk is distracted with whatever, and I’m kind of disappointed. How are you going to do some evil shit, then turn your back on your subject, especially when the said subject has woken up from what was supposed to be death.

It’s just common sense.

Kirk keeps typing on his doohickey, and while he does that. What a surprise, Kevin wakes back up. This time he doesn’t start sniffing the air. His ears start moving. His eyes start clouding blue. Is he trying to brag that he can move his ears?

In all seriousness though, I think Kirk just turned Kevin blind, and now Kevin is seeing with his ears. If that makes any sense.

What does surprise me is that Kevin’s loud growling turns lower, and he reaches for the chains that are holding him down, and snaps them off, like a kid breaking a twig.

It’s almost like Kevin gained a little of his consciousness back, but not all. Kirk seems to be done with his tablet and turns just in time-. Wait, nope, not just in time. He’s too late.

Kevin runs to him with his gag now off, because he bit it. Kirk looks panicked, and holds his arms in front of his face, bracing himself for impact.

Kevin bites into one of Kinky Kirk’s arms. Kirk’s other hand reaches into his pocket and grabs a knife.

Kirk pushes Kevin back and plunges the knife into his heart, and when Kevin goes down from another push, Kirk kicks him in the head.

Kevin stills for a few seconds, and yet again Kirk turns and holds a button and says something aloud. “Alisse, you are to post this video when it ends immediately, and call B.U. #443 to exterminate subject number 1, and continue with subject zero.

With that Kirk runs to the other side of the room and opens a door. The door is glass, so I can see everything.

I hear a click when he locks the door. I then see him open a drawer and take out a gun. I thought he was going to kill Kevin, but instead, he lifted the gun under his chin, then I heard another click.

“Don’t do it, Kinky Kirk”. I mumble under my breath, and I hear a loud gunshot ring through my headphones. Just as his body falls to the ground a woman walks in.

By now Kevin is getting up, and his ears are moving again. The lady looks over towards Kirk’s unmoving body. Drained of all life, and the gun that lies near him. She backs up slowly, trying to get away from Kevin quietly, and she starts crying.

For reasons I don’t know.

It might be because she’s about to die, but I don’t know. Anyway, Kevin’s ears twitch at the sound of her weeping, and he runs towards her.

She screams and screams until she can’t anymore. Kevin had plunged his already bloody teeth into her neck. She falls after he gets off of her.

She’s dead and any sane person who’s watched this video knows it. I’m about to shut the computer when I see her hand on a button that has fallen from her pocket.

It’s glowing red, and I assume she pressed it before she got bit.

Men with guns enter, and I don’t know how, but Kevin soon bites them too. I close my laptop, and after a while of convincing myself to get up, I rise from my chair.

I put my stuff back away to how it was this morning. That video took up an hour of my lifetime.

I’m drained.

Since it’s Saturday, I think I might go to the library later, but I also don’t want to run into Brian. Argh, who cares? Once I decided on what I was doing that day, I left my room to finally go eat.

When I make it downstairs, I don’t find my mom, but I do see the pancakes she left out for me. Every Saturday I ask for pancakes for breakfast. I don’t know why, but I’m obsessed.

I warm them up and sit down at the table.

Silence fills the air around me, but I don’t care as long as I get my pancakes.

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END OF CHAPTER 1

Umm 🤨 idk, but I’m going to try to work on this. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

-HueMan