Justin- dead. Jessica- dead. Amelia- dead. That only left Axel and I. I laid in bed thinking of everything that had occurred in the past few days. It has been utter chaos. It has got me sitting on the edge of my seat gripping onto my life which was slipping out of my grasp.

Was this because of Finch's death? Was I getting punished for it now? Maybe. My only way out of this seemed to beg for mercy when the time came. I fidgeted with my fingers trying to get all the negative thoughts out of my head. Right now, I have to focus on the present or well, anything else that is not related to my death.

I always thought that I was going to die of old age, I never thought I would be anticipating the arrival of a serial killer to take my life. Whoever this person was, they were extremely skilled in hiding their tracks.

It isn't easy to get either of the three that were killed to admit their fault. This killer had them write sorry notes.

I guess they just got awfully scared.

Chuckling to myself, I got out of bed to wash up. The school had declared a holiday for the death of Amelia on school grounds.

I washed my face and suddenly stumbled back and knocked down the shampoo bottles. I watched as the bottles hit the ground, but it made no noise. It felt like I was trapped in an air tight container. I couldn't hear anything. Everything was falling around me yet I couldn't hear anything.

It felt like the air around me was closing in on me, leaving me out of breath. There was laughter in the far distance. The only sound echoing loudly.

I am coming for you.

It whispered, then it stopped. Nothing was out of place.

My breath was laboured from the weird experience. Shakily brushing it off I went to get my towel. The bathroom door was shut and locked when I clearly remembered leaving it open. Furrowing my eyebrows, I got my towel. Wiping my face, I hung my towel onto the hook.

I turned away but something made me turn back. The same thing had me stepping back in fright. From the hook down till the floor the wall was marked by red handprints. The metallic smell of blood wafted to my nose. I hurried away in repulsion.

My fear was eating me up from inside. I looked to the clock and realised it was already noon. I had slept in. I started to make my way out of the room when the door slammed shut.

I unlocked the door and stepped outside. Tears of fear filled my eyes. I forced them back willing myself not to think of the fact that I was alone at home.

I stood at the top of the stairs thinking of what to do. Then the sound reached my ears. The sound of feet on the stairs, the clicking of joints and the creaking of wood. I looked down the stairs to find no one there. The sound ceased.

I stepped back, hitting the wall or so I thought.

Are you scared?

A voice asked, their breath fanning against my ear. I snapped my head back to see who was there. There was no one standing behind me.

I ran down the stairs trying to get as far from the voice as possible. My fear was suffocating me. I entered the kitchen to see a shadow against the wall. My vision blackened from the sides, I felt dizzy, feeling like I was going to fall any second, my body felt heavy and hot. My vision slowly cleared, the shadow was gone. I felt relieved.

I am still here.

The voice said giggling softly. I turned in all directions trying to find the source of the voice. I ran to the living room, tugging at the drawer under the mirror and pulling out the gun tucked inside it.

I looked up into the mirror. I screamed as I stumbled back, dropping the gun.

My eyes were dead. My arms were coated with fresh blood, dripping down my fingertips, the tips of my mouth were cut wider making it an even wider grin. I swayed on my feet.

Tears flowed out but the reflection never went. It started crying along with me, it cried tears of blood, letting it drip down its chin.

"Stop", I yelled. Fear was rising rapidly. I ran towards the spare room. The windows were boarded shut. I switched on the lights and made sure to lock the door. I turned and screamed as I faced a hooded man just inches from my face.

I came for you.

He said. I tried to step back when my back hit the door. The lights started to flicker, it settled at a dim lighting. I slid down the wall, looking up at the man. His lips stretched into a grin. It was crazed and maniacal. He held a knife coated with blood.

I knew who he was.

"Please", I begged.

I told you.

I am coming for you.

I screamed.

He lunged.