It was Tuesday morning, and this is my favorite day of the week, I don’t know why, it just is. 
“Natalie,” my mother said from outside my door. “Are you up?”
I sighed, and rose up out of bed to walk over to my bedroom door. I opened it to look at my mom.
“I am now.” I said tiredly.  My mom let out a small giggle, then turned around and went into the main room. I closed my door and went to my closet. I spent a few minutes looking for my outfit for the day, until I got it.
“This looks good.” I told myself. I changed into my clothes and grabbed my jacket. Today was October 23rd, 2007. It was close to the night I loved, Halloween.
I went downstairs to find my mom made me a simple breakfast, eggs and sausage.
“Since when do you make me breakfast,” I asked, thoughtfully. “Wait, what’s up? You only make me breakfast if something is wrong.” I finished.
“Hunny…how do I say this?” she sighed. “Your father died last night in a car accident…” My mouth dropped to the floor. My parents were split up but I lived with my mom, and I still loved them both.
“What? No…it’s not possible…” I hesitated. My mother looked at me with a saddening face, and whispered, “Sorry hun.”
“I’m not going to school.” I forced out through wrenching teeth. My mother didn’t change her expression.
“I did not expect you to,” she said. With that, I went upstairs and climbed back into bed. My face was still dripping with tears, and then I fell asleep.
It was October 30th, Halloween. I spent my days reading, going to school; basically I did everything and anything to forget my father’s death.  I went downstairs sleepily.
“Morning hunny,” my mother greeted me. I sleepily looked up at her and did a fake smile that you could tell was fake.
“At least you didn’t say ‘good’.” I grumpily said. My mother gave me stern look, and then went back to her thing. Don’t ask me, because honestly I don’t know what she does. I got ready, and grabbed my bag. By then I had washed the sleepiness off my face.
I entered the school building, and I saw Kathryn at her locker.
“Hey.” I greeted her.

“Oh, hey, Natalie.” She smiled.

“You busy tonight?” I asked.

“Actually, no. Want to do something?” She looked excited.

“Sure! My house, tonight, okay?” I smiled, and then walked away. After my last class, I went outside and sat down for a minute.
“Natalie, right?” A voice came from behind me, causing me to jump around. It was a boy my age, about 15 or 16.
“Yeah…you are?” I questioned. He smiled.

“I am Hayes, I am new here.” He sounded curious.

“Hi…do you need something?” I asked, gathering my bag.

“Actually, yes.” He sounded a bit unsure.

I waited on him to continue speaking. He just kept looking at his feet, twiddling his thumbs.
“Well?” I said, pushing him to speak up.

“Um…never mind.” With that he left.

“What was that about?” I asked myself. Shaking him away, I went back to my house to get ready.
Two hours later, Kathryn rang my doorbell. She came in wearing a bloody wedding dress. Of course, it was fake. She also had makeup on.
“Are you a zombie?” I laughed.

“Bulls-eye! I’m a zombie bride.”  She sat down on the couch. “Where’s your costume?”

“Well, I bought two…and I wanted you to decide for me.” I said. She followed me to my room, and I laid my costumes on my bed. Kathryn pointed to the shorts and white tank top. The costume is going to be a zombie when I’m done tearing it up.
I guess Kathryn and I are going to be best friends as zombies too. I laughed.

“What?” Kathryn asked, confused.

“Oh, oops. Nothing.” I said. I changed into my costume and grabbed a pair of scissors. I cut the back leg of the shorts to make a triangle without a base. I went to cut again, but then the power went out. I looked around and Kathryn was gone.

“Mom?” I shouted; which did me no good. My mom wasn’t home. I dropped the scissors and ran into the kitchen. I opened the drawer, which held our candles and flashlights. I grabbed a flashlight and turned it on.
Shining around the room there was nothing different. Not even a Kathryn looking for light. She was terrified of the dark. Then again, she was probably huddled in a corner somewhere crying.
I walked through the house and tried to find her. I searched everywhere, but no sign of Kathryn.
“Kathryn!” I shouted. I heard my own echo, so she had to hear me. Not even the slightest bit of a sign. Where could she be?
I heard creaking come from behind me on the floorboards. Jumping backwards, I turn around. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I could make out the wedding dress Kathryn was wearing.
“Kathryn?” I said, reaching to touch her. As soon as my finger touched the dress, it fell to the floor. I was terrified. It wasn’t Kathryn. It was a doll in her clothes.
“KATHRYN!” I screamed. “WHERE ARE YOU?” I started to cry. My best friend was nowhere to be found, and I was alone in a dark house, or was I? I fell to my knees and started choking on my tears.
I looked around as I heard a sound I couldn’t make out. I noticed a yellow reflection on the wall that shifted all over. Standing up, I walked toward the room. Looking in, heat rushed to me. There was a fire.
I ran to my front door, it wouldn’t budge. I ran to the kitchen to grab a knife, but instead I found Kathryn. She was smiling at me.
“Kathryn?” I choked. She then started laughing.

“Natalie. I honestly hate you,” She looked at the table. “More prettier, more popular, you’re so much better than me. That’s why I am going to crush you.” She laughed again.
My eyes widened. I jumped back as she held out a knife.

“DIE!”

She jabbed the knife into my thigh. I screamed. She kept a grip on the knife. I pulled back, and the knife came out. I screamed louder. I tried crawling backwards but she was faster on her feet. She held the knife above her head, and forced it downward.
I dodged left, hoping it didn’t hit me. I kept crawling; dragging my leg behind me. She followed me laughing harder the closer she got to me. I used the counter to pull myself up, and quickly I grabbed a knife.
Turning around she had me cornered. She was going to stab me and end it. I forced the knife I had into her stomach before she had reached me. Blood splattered on my shirt. She dropped the knife and fell to the floor clutching her chest.
“Impossible…how can you get me…?” She forced her last words out. I was breathing heavily. I watched her die, terrified. I limped toward my front door, as the fire was getting closer. I took the knife in my hand and shoved in between the wall and the door. Working with it, I finally got it open. I limped out, and I walked a little ways. I turned around. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
The house was now submerged in flames. I couldn’t believe I was so close to death in there. I closed my eyes for a second, and then walked off. I kept walking, not turning around after the explosion. I survived a near death situation.
I will never trust someone like her so much ever again…