I stepped out onto the beach, feeling the tiny grains of sand massaging my toes. The sun was yellow-orange slicked across the pink sky. Scanning the beach on my morning walk, I saw her.  Emily…my Emily, in her favorite t-shirt and tight jean shorts. Her hair fell in her face and it shone gold as the rays of sun hit the strands. Her eyes were as blue as the water in the ocean. When our eyes met I remembered everything that we did this summer…and I smiled at the thought of it. She was strolling by the palm trees.

 I walked up to her and said, “Good morning.”

 She smiled and my world lit up as her gorgeous smile hit my eyes and it reminded me of the sunrise in the beautiful morning.

She replied, “I’m sad.  It’s our last day.

  ”You will still write and come visit me right?”

She looked down, “I hope to, but I am afraid my parents are taking me away.”

From the distance we saw Emily’s parents and her face went pale. As soon as I saw her face, my heart sank.   

I stuttered and said, “T-they are taking you away aren’t they?”

I tried to stay as strong as possible but before you knew it… she was gone.

She did not even get a chance to say goodbye.

The last thing I remember saying to her was “Baby, this hurts but I will always love you.”  

I wanted to run to her, but I didn’t. The one girl I had fallen totally head over heels was being shipped back up to Minnesota. I never felt the same after this. It was the best and worst summer of my life.

                My name is Slasher, Calvin Slasher. I live in my skate shop on the beach. It’s so refreshing to wake up to the crashing blue waves every morning. As soon as I see the waves I start to become really depressed because it all reminds me of her…my Emily. It has been so long since I have seen her but every time I go to sleep I see her standing on the beach. My loft is dark and gloomy since the day she left me.   My feelings surround me in darkness. To make the time pass by I opened this skate shop; Slasher Decks. The walls in the shop are painted dark red. I love the dark because I cannot stand happy colors anymore.

                I grab my morning cup of coffee and walk down the stairs from my loft to the shop. The walls fade from black to red as I walk down the creaky stairs. I flip the store sign to open and start sharpening my grip tape tool.  I begin working on my new line of skateboard deck designs, which I design with this red “paint” that I use out of these special viles.  Suddenly,  a young skater walks in.

 “Hey dude what’s up? Do you have any new boards? I am a unique skater and I love different.”

 “I sure do but you are going to have to go to the back with me to see my special ones.”

“Okay man, let’s see what you got.”

As I take him to the back the only thing on my mind is how I’m going to do this. Should I do it slow or fast? Before I know it we were in the back room and he is looking at my decks and grip tape. I grip my tool in my hand and stand right behind him.

“So what do you think?”  I say.  “Do you need me to cut you some grip tape?”

 “Sure dude! How about this one right here?”

As soon as he looks down and points, I muffle his mouth with one hand and stab him over and over in his back. I watch as the blood runs down the floor and it reminds me…of Emily, and I stab harder at the thought of her. I watch his blood trickle down his body and I run to get a vile and placed his blood into it. I stack the viles up and put them into the fridge where I store the rest.  Then, I begin to paint a new coat on the walls with the leftover blood.  After I paint the walls, I take the body, place it in the freezer with the rest, and then I walk up to the loft.

                It’s now around 3 a.m. and the lights are completely out. The darkness envelopes me and I cannot even see the outline of the walls. I startle to the sound of a loud knock at the door and someone shouting, “Let me in!” I rush down the stairs and see a policeman.

I look around panicking,

 “Crap!”

“If he comes in here he can’t see the freezer.”

Thinking on how to hide my treasure, I hear him shout again, “I warned you, I will break in!”

 I run to the door and look through the keyhole just as he opens  the door from the outside. He is dressed in his uniform and he has a flashlight in his hand,

“Police!  Let me in!” He shouts.

I turn the knob, not knowing what to think. The only thing that runs through my mind is that whatever happens he cannot find my precious treasure.  I look at him as I grip my tool in my hand and watch him look around.

“Hello officer, is there a problem?” I say quietly.

My heart sinks as I ask this simple question.

The policeman replies, “Yes, we heard that some skateboarders are “missing” from this area and that they were last seen here. Mind if I take a look around?”

 “No, I don’t mind at all.”

I freeze in my tracks and let him walk in front of me slowly. I stand there in compete silence wondering if I should run. As he walks past me I take the tool and ram it into the back of his neck.  Now, I need to run,  as fast as I can. Where I’m going, I am not sure; but I need to keep running.

I  take the last body from the freezer and the vile of blood that belongs  to it and whisper

 “Emily.”

I looked at her face and everything comes back and I begin to cry. I run down our beach, clutching her to my body as the sirens begin to roar in the distance.