Jessica
When he turned to her, she saw horror in his eyes. Still not believing in what was happening, she hit him with her knife again. The guy moaned and fell into the pool if his own blood. Jessica threw the knife and stepped back to the exit, looking at the body lying on the floor. She ran out, hitting the open door.
The streets were empty, and she was quickly walking off, invisible in the twilight. Coming up to the door of her house, Jessica suddenly stopped, listening to the morning sounds. All was quiet, so she carefully went inside. Taking off her cheap yellow dress with blood stains all over it, she went into the bathroom and, shutting the door behind herself, turned on the water. Washing the blood away, Jessica put the blood-stained dress into the basket. Smiling, she wiped her body and headed to her bedroom, trying not to wake her parents upstairs. Her naked skin liked the cold air.
She entered her bedroom, locked the door and lay on the bed. She was mysteriously calm. Jess touched her bruised knee and frowned. She heard her father snore behind the wall. He was drunk again, but she was used to it. Her mother was sleeping in a different room, she would always lock herself away when her husband was drunk. In a few minutes Jessica fell asleep (she was really very, very tired).
When she woke up, the sun was shining. Mother was arguing with father downstairs. Everything was like it had always been. Putting on a shirt and shorts, she opened the door and went downstairs. Her father was eating his breakfast and drinking every now and then. Jessica took her plate top her room, like she had been doing for the last year. After breakfast she opened the window and looked outside.
The day was warm, she heard children's voices and even saw the kids through the trees growing about the house. The entrance door banged, and Jess saw her dad walking insecurely to the gate. His further destination was clear: in the evening he would be home quite drunk. Jessica hadn't been at school for months and had no plans for the future, which was very uncertain and vague. Casting her final glance at the street, the girl walked away from the window. There's wasn't much to do. She called her friend, then lay on the bed and began thinking of last night. She remembered him fall and remain lying in the pool of blood. She shivered as she thought of that... and it was the shiver of desire. Jessica wondered why it seemed so nice to her - she had never experienced anything like that before. She turned around and switched on the television.
He woke up in a strange room in bed, he remembered everything and flew into a rage, but he was still very weak. "Soon. Soon," he said to himself. He knew she would pay him for everything, but not now. With this thought he fell into deep sleep again.
In the evening Jess waited for her mother to go to sleep. When she heard mom walk into the bedroom and shut the door, she switched on the lamp and got up. Putting on her jeans and a light coat, Jess went downstairs to the kitchen. She took a big knife which her mother used for cutting vegetables and which she used for cutting people. Hiding it inside her coat, she went out, closing the door behind herself. It was warm, the moon was smiling over the roofs. Jessica smiled back at it, as she followed the path in the shade of the trees. A whole night was ahead of her...
Jessica wandered around the town like a bloodthirsty monster. Her heart oozed with hatred when she saw lit windows and she hided in the shade when she saw late passers-by, cursing them. they had to pay back for her unhappiness. All of them. But there was only one thing she would accept from them, their blood. Trembling with anger, Jessica entered the park. Walking into its farthest part, she sat down under a tree, with her head on her knees. She was in a gust of emotions. She suddenly felt so lonely, so vulnerable. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she burst into tears. She remembered the faced of the people she had killed or wounded. She remembered a little girl she had stabbed to death for an innocent gibe, and for the first time she regretted it. Throwing the knife under the tree, Jessica rose up and went home. She didn't want anything. An idea of dying wiggled in her empty mind, like a little insect.
She never knew how she returned home, went upstairs and, already in bed, burst into tears again.
A few more months passed. The town had nearly forgotten of the inhuman maniac, who had left the city as suddenly, as it had once appeared. Jessica's life slowly returned to its usual flow, but she hadn't yet become the girl she used to be before the cruelty obsessed her. She would spend days sitting in her room, going downstairs just once of twice. Mother was ill, so she was at hospital... and so father slept at home very rarely... and so Jess was on her own. Life was slowly passing by, while Jessica was sitting by the window or staring at the ceiling and remembering.
She would often think of the guy she stabbed and left lying in the forgotten house. He was the last one she killed, but did she actually kill him? Strange: she thought he was alive and he would come for her, for her life.
Jess closed the window (it was already pretty clod in the room), went to the kitchen to have something to eat and returned to her room.
Soon...
The night got stuck over the roofs, and even the moon seemed to be afraid of showing its face among the dark clouds. Clod wind was blowing. Autumn had come, and the dry leaves were falling down. A dark shadow was hiding near a small house, looking at the lit window above. The stranger wore a black cape. He stood near a tree. Sometimes he coughed, and then he would press his hands to his chest.
Finally the lights went out, and the house sunk in darkness. But the man was in no hurry: he had waited for so long, healing his wounds, that minutes didn't mean much.
Jessica was lying in bed. She knew he'd come for her. Tonight. She even felt him near, so she wasn't surprised when the door quietly opened. She rose to her feet. The guy stopped, noticing she saw him, but she made no attempt to escape. He took out a knife. Jess stepped back. She didn't try to resist, and he hit her straight in the chest. Pain overwhelmed her, and the girl fell her back to the wall. A red stain appeared on her shirt. The guy watched her, watched her becoming weaker and weaker and crawling to the floor. Her face, white in the twilight, was calm.
Jessica's father, returning home next morning, found her lying in her bed. A smile froze on her dead lips, she looked happy and she definitely was happy. Death gave her something life couldn't give her...
Original Author: Slayer (1998).