Kill You
Hey my name Krissy. I wrote this story for my creative writing class. I hope you like it. Sorry it is kinda long but we had guidelines. If you post this on your site please include the following note at the top of it. Also I dont know if you think it is appropriate or not. Just let me know what you think. Sorry its only about Jon but I'm sort of fond of him ( to say the least)
Note: Hey guys I just wanted to verify that none of this in my story is true. Im sure you will all know that once you read the story. I am also not to sure about dates and stuff. I had to fire this story out for my college english class pretty fast. I dont know Jonathans stepmom's name or anything else about her besides what I had gathered from the song "Kill You". The story is based off that song. We had to write about something that we heard or saw that inspired us. So I thought Korn was perfect. I hope that I dont offend any of you. Please send me your comments at KornPryncess@socal.rr.com
Kill You!
He stood alone on the plot of earth looking at the grass. Even at 29 he was shocked by the silence. The wind danced with his black, slightly dreaded locks of hair. The blue colored lenses of his Dita sunglasses shielded the sadness in his brown eyes. His hands that donned freshly painted fingernails clutched a piece of paper. Jonathan shuddered at what lied beneath his feet. He looked down at his Puma shoes and the ground that lied beneath them.
"You never thought I'd come did you?" His voice traveled with the wind as he waited for a reply that never came.
"Neither did I , but I got some shit to say." He unfolded the piece of paper in his hands and began to read.
"Dear Jeanie-
Looking back I was never ever right." He stopped, looked up, closed his eyes and dropped the letter.
"You know life was never easy with you living in my house." Jonathan's heart ached as he remembered what life with Jeanie was like.
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"So are we doing something tonight?" Ryan asked Jon in the way home from school.
"HELL YEAH! I'm not staying home and I want to do something before I go to work. My dad is playing a gig tonight and Jeanie is not going. I am not staying home with her."
"Ok."
"Besides we gotta practice. We have that gig on Friday. We cant suck this time." The two 18-year-old guys were sweating as they drove down the streets of Bakersfield in the beginning of June.
"We gotta go pick up Scott before we hit my house to practice." Ryan turned into a small residential area, pulled up to a blue house and honked the horn. Another 18-year-old male came out of the house and walked up to the car.
"Hey fucker!" Jon greeted his friend as he got into the beat up vehicle.
"Hey faget. Pick up lots of stiffs last night?"
"No it was pretty dead."
"Real funny. That's such sick humor."
"Oh shit you guys guess who died last night?"
"Who?"
"Mr. Rogers."
"No way! Oh shit I hated that guy."
"I know. We found him belly up with a blue face." Jon told his friends about his night at work with excitement. He loved to see his friend's reactions.
"That's sick. How did he die?"
"I'm not too sure but tomorrow I'm gonna open that fucker up and find out."
"How can you work there? Its gonna totally fuck up your head."
"Being a Coroner at Kern County isn't gonna be the reason that my head will be fucked up. Being around those stiffs is more peaceful than being at home or school."
"Now where are we going?" Ryan interjected.
"Hey drop me off at my house I gotta pick up the music and get that new mic chord. I hate singing with a short chord."
The car stopped in front of his house and Jon got out. He looked at his house with torment. Jonathan hated coming home. He especially hated it when the only one home was Jeanie.
"Wish me luck. I'm late and Jeanie is gonna be pissed."
"Good luck. We will see ya soon."
The two drove off. Jon watched as the car got smaller and smaller. He had to go into the house now. He walked up the driveway and went into the garage. Jeanie was in the kitchen waiting for him and reading the Weekly World News. Her hair was slightly red. But it seemed to fade more and more with each day. Her hands were dry
and cracked and her face was covered in wrinkles. Although she was only 45 she looked about 60. Jon said a quick "hello" as he walked by, hoping to stall her from speaking until he was safely out of the kitchen.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Shit." Jon whispered underneath his breath. There was no escape now.
"Answer me!"
"I had to wait for Ryan to get out of detention to take me home from school."
"You said you were gonna come straight home. If you don't start coming home and cleaning up you're shit. You wont be going anywhere at all."
"It took a little longer to get home because Ryan had to pick up Scott and-"
"I'm sick and tired of cleaning up all your shit and washing your clothes. I am not your maid. When I tell you to come home that's exactly what I expect you to do. If you don't start contributing to this household I'm gonna start charging you rent!"
"Dad would never make me pay rent and you fucking know that!"
"Don't you cuss at me you little son of a bitch. You show me the respect that a mother disserves."
"You are not my real mother and you don't own me so get off my fucking back!" He was enraged and stormed out of the kitchen towards his room.
"I am going to talk to your father about this." She yelled as he walked down the hall.
"Go ahead Bitch." He slammed the door. Tears were welling up in his eyes. "Don't you fucking cry! She is not worth it."
Jonathan locked his door, and turned on his favorite song, 'The Chauffer" by Duran Duran. He sat down on his bed and listened while he calmed down. After regaining his composure he picked up the microphone chord that he needed, and the folder with all the music he had written for his band, Sexart. He searched his floor for something to wear and decided on a pair of ripped jeans with leopard print leggings to go underneath. He also put on a ratty Duran Duran T-shirt. He stood in front of his
dresser and pulled his dreaded hair into a low ponytail. After finding his make-up he began to apply it. This "look" that he had created for himself is what deemed him a "Freak " and a "Faget" at school. He hated being teased but he would rather be made fun of than be someone that everyone wanted him to be. He kind of liked being different. Even if it meant that he was deemed a faget, he knew that he wasn't, but he let people think what they wanted to about him.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Why the hell aren't you cleaning your mess up?" Jeanie screamed insistently to the closed door. He turned up his music and finished applying his make-up.
"God Dammit! I'm talking to you you little shit! Get you ass out here."
"All I want to do.is kill you. I wish you were dead now." Jonathan thought to himself as she pounded on his door. He gathered all of the courage he had, unlocked the door, opened it and stood face to face with his worst enemy, his stepmother.
"Well, I'll see you around." Jon stated in a sweet, mellow tone.
"Where the hell do you think you are going?"
"I'm going to go to Ryan's to practice for our gig on Friday. Then I am going to go to work. I work the graveyard shift."
"Your gig? Are you still in that stupid band? I don't know why you even try. Its not like your music will ever amount to anything. Look at your father. He has been playing small clubs for years now and they haven't gotten anywhere."
"My father makes great music. Don't you talk shit about it. Don't talk about mine either, its not like you have ever heard it."
"I don't have to hear it to know you wont ever become a 'rock star'; Just look at you! How can you wear that shit?"
"I personally don't give a fuck what you think about my clothes. I like the way I look."
"I don't know why you would.you look like a faget. What a pretty boy you turned out to be."
Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, turned around and stared at his stepmother with utter contempt. He couldn't believe that he had been called a faget by someone in his own house. The pain from that one comment would haunt him forever and that made his hate for his stepmother even stronger.
"I don't know why you hate me so God Damn much. I also don't know why a man like my father could share a bed with a crack whore like you. But he does and there isn't one thing that I can do about it. I can't stand the fact that you live in my house. I want you to know that you have no fucking right to talk to me the way you do. You aren't my mother. In fact you aren't even human so stay the fuck out of my life."
With that said he stormed out of the house and walked to Ryan's. The streets were dark and everywhere he went he felt isolated. By the time he got there he had cooled down a little bit. He let the rest of his anger out during his rehearsal. The music he wrote and performed was his only real outlet. He poured every ounce of his soul into his music and that was how he dealt with all the pain in his life.
"Are you ok man?" Ryan questioned with concern as he drove Jonathan to work.
"Yeah why?"
"I don't know. You were really intense during rehearsal and I just wanted to make sure that everything was cool."
"Oh yeah. I'm fine now. Jeanie and I got in a big fight. I really hate her."
"I know. I hate her too and she doesn't even know who I am."
"Yeah well be glad that you don't have to live with her. Thanks for the ride."
"Want me to stay?"
"Nah its ok."
Jon walked up to the coroner's office. As soon as he opened the door he was pelted by the smell of formaldehyde. He hated the way it smelled in there.
"Hey Mike. Busy day?"
"Nope. Probably won't be too bad tonight. Jason isn't coming into work tonight so its just gonna be you ok? "
"Yeah don't worry about it I will be fine."
"Ok well I'm taking off. I will see you tomorrow."
"See ya." Jon took a seat at his desk and began to go through the paper work in front of him. The graveyard shift was always quite. He liked it that way. He especially liked it when he was alone in the office at night. That was when he did his best writing. After he finished going through his paperwork he took out the folder with all the music for Sexart and began to write. Getting lost in his lyrics was one of his favorite things to do. The hours past and about 2:oo am he heard the phone ring. The phone broke the silence like a mirror had gone crashing to the ground.
"Kern County Coroner's Office this is Jonathan how can I help you?" He began to retrieve the necessary information. "Is this a suspected homicide? Is the cause of death known? Number of victims? May I have the address?" What he heard next sent chills up his spine. "But that is my address!"
He dropped the phone and got into the hearse and sped off to his home. He prayed that his father was all right. Thoughts of his life without his father made him cry. His father was one of the only people that cared about him. When he reached his house the police and ambulances surrounded it. Getting out of the car he was greeted by Ryan who had seen the police and decided to follow them.
"I'm so sorry Jon."
"Who?" Jon managed to utter. He didn't stop and wait for an answer. He just kept walking toward the scene. He walked up the driveway and into the garage like he had done earlier that day. The kitchen door was already opened and he could already see the blood. He stepped in a puddle of blood and saw Jeanie lying dead on the floor. Her eyes were wide opened and her body was covered with stab wounds.
"When we got here she was already dead. We suspect that the cause of death was due to the stab wounds."
"Does my father know?"
"We found him at the club down the street and he is on his way."
Jon couldn't take his eyes off her body. She stared right back at him the look on her face was filled with hate. Even in death she hated him. Jon turned around and walked to the car to get his supplies. Ryan couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"What are you doing?"
"Ryan I have a job to do."
"Doesn't it bother you that she is dead."
"It doesn't matter what I think. I still have to do this."
"Jon!" Ryan pleaded for him to turn around. Jon stood there and waited to hear what he had to say. "Its ok to be sad. I know you didn't get along but if you want to let go, do it. Someone else can take her to the morgue."
Jon turned around and looked his friend straight in the eye.
"How can I cry over someone I never loved?" With that said he re-entered the house with a stretcher and a body bag.
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He listened to the wind again, opened his eyes and read the small stone in fron of him. Here Lies Jeanie Davis
Born: 1944
Died: 1989
Beloved wife and loving mother
You will be missed.
I haven't missed you one bit! You were no loving mother." He knelt down and picked up the letter and began to read it again
Dear Jeanie,
Looking back I was never ever right. You were my step mom who always wanted me out of you sight. I would come walking in and Id say hello but youd slap me and make some fucked up comment about my clothes but I tried to let it pass, but the pictures in my head were with you with a knife up your ass laying dead. Mother fucking bitch
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never try to play me! I denial I tried to be your friend. I tried to be a good boy. All I see is a hate deep inside. Now these memories kill my heart they bury me.
Jonathan Davis
-Kill You
He put the letter down on her grave and began to walk away. He stopped with his back turned to the small grave.
"And you thought my music would never amount to anything. I wrote that song for you. Now all my fans know about you and how you miss treated me. 'Kill You' was the last song on Korn's (that's my band) second album. I put it last so that it would leave a lasting impression. I want you to know that I'm glad that my son never got to meet you. I cant stand the thought of you treating him the way you treated me. He will never have to experience the hatred that I had to endure. Well that's all I had to say. Don't expect me to come back here ever again. I hate you."
He walked away and didn't look back until his driver had shut his car door and started the car. The black town car pulled away from the grave site and Jonathan watched his letter dance in the wind. He closed his eyes, rolled down the window and listened to the wind as he left behind his worst enemy.
"I won this round bitch!"
-JonsPryncess (Krissy)
