My heart beats so loud I’m afraid that they’ll hear it. Quivering I pull my thick legs even closer to my chest. It’s all just a dream, It has to be I tell myself. Footsteps sound outside of the wooden closet doors. Heavy footsteps, my chest tightens and a ball wells up in my throat. I push my lips behind my teeth and literally bite the inside of my mouth. Please, please, please don’t let him find me I plead to God silently. In an instant the wooden closet door swings open and bullets whiz through the air. Her body slumps to the ground in her own puddle of red blood.
Lisa didn’t want to go to school that day. Her alarm clock probably went off about ten times, and instead of getting up at 6:00 like she was supposed to, she ended up waking up at 7:30 because she forgot to set the alarm for an eleventh time. So, when she did finally get up, she swung her thin legs over her bed and got ready for school as quickly as she should, but something peculiar happened that morning. That morning, at 3:00 a.m a girl the same age as she had been murdered. When she came down for breakfast in a hurried fashion, her father had left the television on and she caught a glimpse of the early morning news. The thought of a girl the same age as she, in this very town being murdered gave her chills. On the way out of her home, she found a girl sitting on her front step.
The girl looked up, her eyes were sad.
“I don’t know how I got here” she said.
Lisa had heard of thing like this that could happen, maybe that girl had gotten drunk or maybe had some disease but the girl looked strangely familiar.
“You look really pale, are you alright?” I ask her hesitantly.
Then it hits me. I know where I’ve seen this girl before. There was a big picture of her on the news this morning. This was the girl murdered early that morning.