My name is Jake. I wear a dark blue hoody and black jeans and I wear black electrical tape on my wrists. I always listen to "In Fear and Faith," and I am a loner. My friends have abandoned me. I don't know where to begin, so let's start just before the incident I had.
I couldn't take it anymore. This so-called "sickness" going around, the constant emotional beatings at home and the physical and mental ones at school. I want it all to end.
I went for the knife. This life has become nothing. Only one person truly ever mattered, and that was Alyssa, and she hasn't been seen for a week. I almost slit my throat when I heard a faint whisper at my window. "Jake!" It was muffled but it sounded familiar. The window was within plain view. I had been facing it. If this is someone trying to talk me out of this, I'm gonna do it right in front of them.
As I walked to the window, knife in hand, I started to question who it could be. One of my former friends? No, they've already told me I'm dead to them. Then I thought maybe it's just a dipshit bully from school come to torture me more. When I got to my window, I couldn't believe it. It was Alyssa.
"Alyssa! Holy shit, where have you been?!" I couldn't believe it. The love of my life at the window. "My parents..." she started crying. Something has must have happened, because she is always the tough girl who won't take shit from anyone. She's a pretty peppy girl who is pretty average. But that's only to the people who don't truly know her. She's a hardcore rocker who would listen to anything from metal to soft rock. We began talking when we saw each other at Bamboozle, and I recognized her, dressed in black clothes with her hair dyed black. I recognized her from her face. She was pretty cute. We talked for a bit and became friends quick, talking about everything. How things were in school, relationships and how we were both not with someone, bands, and what we love to do. Parkour was mine, hers was reading love stories. They always made her cry.
"What happened with your parents? Hey, why are you all cut up?" "I-I had t-to k-k-kill them!" I couldn't believe it. She killed someone? When? And that still doesn't explain the cuts. She started again. "They h-had been exposed to that virus and t-they tried to kill me. I had t-to get behind a door. I went to m-my room and locked the d-door. I had snacks in there, and I stayed there for three days! But they broke down t-the door and clawed at me. I had to grab my lamp and hit them over the head. I passed out, and I woke up he next day, and by then it had been five days since they became sick. I just stayed there in my room, crying and two days later I c-came here. I'm so scared!"
I can't believe it. I thought the infection was just a rumor! I told her to hide out in my room. I went to the kitchen to get her some food. She must've been starving! Something was off. My mom wasn't home, and my brother wasn't on the computer. He never leaves on a Friday night! I looked in the living room, and saw two trails of blood leading from the couches through the open front door. I guess the apocalypse has begun. My family is dead. Time to get somewhere safe. I got Alyssa some food, and I then realized how she was clothed.
Alyssa was clothed in white, torn, tight shorts, and her top was black, and it looked like it was a torn in half Memphis May Fire tee. She lost her shoes as well, and she looked kind of underdressed. That was a shock, because it's winter, and the middle of the night. Just then she asked, "Why do you have that knife in your hand? Were you going to kill yourself?!" She knew how I was always bullied at school and how my emotions just got more damaged at home. "Yes..." "Why would you do that?! For god's sake I don't want to lose you! I lo-..." She stopped talking.
When I looked behind me, I saw why. My mom was there, but she had a huge chunk of her stomach missing, along with parts of her face. I was so shocked, I just couldn't speak. She dashed at me, and bit my arm. Instinctively, I pushed her off and I just stabbed her in the heart. When I did that, I noticed she had a heartbeat. She wasn't dead... She was alive... and I just killed her...
Alyssa came to me. She was so worried I was bitten. She told me I would change into an infected, and I told her to run. As she ran away she started crying uncontrollably. I started to limp to the door. I lost quite a bit of blood, and I was starting to lose consciousness. I got as far as the street and then I passed out. I could only dream of Alyssa, of her escaping... Then again, I did lose a lot of blood.