by: FrickNfrack
Cut my life into pieces,
I reached my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don�t give a f*ck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding? (Papa Roach)
PROLOUGE
Kyra Johnson sat on her bed, blankly staring at the ceiling her mom had helped her paint two years ago. She sighed as she thought of that day. Those were happier times. It had been a week after she turned 15.
*Flashback*
It had been a gray, dreary day. She wore her pretty yellow sundress with the light purple flowers on it. Her long, long black hair had been pulled into a ponytail. Her white leather sandals made no noise as they padded on the thick white carpet. She made her way to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stood for a minute contemplating. "Should I have strawberries or melon slices?..." she said to no one in particular. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. "Heh.... I don�t call you �true blond� for nothing," said Caleb Jakobs, her boyfriend. She grinned and leaned into his arms. "Yep, well if I�m �true blond�, you must be �totally male�, huh? He laughed and picked her up in his arms. "�Totally male� huh? I�ll show you male..." he said as he walked to the couch, dropped her in the cushions, and started tickling her. Tickling gave way to kissing, kissing gave way to fondling, fondling gave way to soft, heated moans...
*End Flashback*
*******
*Ring... ring... ring..*
The sound of the phone ringing loudly in her ears snapped her out of her reverie. She grabbed at the receiver, cursed when she dropped it, and snatched it up again. "Hello?" she said to the ear piece. "Umm, hello? What number is this?" said a soft voice that didn�t sound quite male or female. She wondered why as she said "This is *** - ****. Who is this?" She heard a laugh, and then "I�m sorry. I got the wrong number. I�m looking for Lydia Turner." Kyra turned ice cold and froze, the blood in her veins turned to ice. "Umm, why would you want Lydia?" The laugh, a sinister laugh, rang through the phone and into her brain it seemed. "So, did I get your attention, Lydia? Well, if I didn�t with that, then I will with this. Caleb Jakobs... you know Caleb huh? You know Caleb really well don�t you?" the voice said, taunting her. She got numb all over and nearly choked. "Why do you want Caleb? Why are you calling ME??" she cried helplessly. The chuckle and soft voice again, "Oh, no particular reason... just wanted to see if you scared easily. I�ll keep in touch." The sound of the dead phone ringing in her ears was loud, louder than the soft *snick* of the gun cocking behind her, louder than the gunshot ripping through the house, louder than her body thudding to the floor. Though not quite louder than the muted *clink* of two glasses touching....
