A Collection of Short Stories

Just my luck

 A knock on the door. I ran down the stairs, banging into a few walls on the way and fell on my butt as I slipped on the last step.

"Ow..." I groaned in pain, but quickly got up and ran to the door. "H-heh-hello," I say out of breath, "What can I do to help..."My voice quieted as I saw who was standing at the door. A male stood on the doorstep. He was a decent height, with almond skin, dark hair, and black eyes. I look at him curiously. Just to make sure I'm not making a fool out of myself, I look at his neck, and on his neck is a tattoo of a crow. That is all the confirmation I needed. "Well, well, well, Harris Mitchell. I haven't seen you for a while. Why did you come here?" I say with mock seriousness.

"Angie, You make it sound as if you aren't happy to see me?" He asks with a teasing smirk. He is always smirking. Every single time I see him. It tends to get annoying but I haven't seen that smirk in a year so I am not tired of it yet.

"I am very happy to see you, but I am wondering where you have been for the past year. So where were you?" I say, keeping up the fake seriousness. I see his smirk falter and his eyes get dark and panicked, but I don't think too hard of it. I start to laugh. He joins in with confusion filling his laugh. "I'm joking. Let me get my shoes and you can tell me all about where you have been over coffee and a walk?" He nods and I grab my flip flops. I lock the door and we start to walk to the closest café. We get our drinks, sit down, and I start to ask questions about where he has been, how is he, simple stuff like that. After I finish asking my questions, we just start to talk with each other, no point to the conversations we were having. The weird thing is that he was acting very impatient and has been glancing outside every 5 minutes, but I don't think much of it. I later look outside and then realize how long we have been talking for. It is now dark outside.

"Hey, Harris, I should probably get home. Look at how dark it has gotten."

"Oh yeah," He looks relieved. "I have an idea! What if we go to that cliff we went to stargaze when we were kids!"

"I don't know," I say cautiously, "I really should get home. I have school in the morning."

"It won't take but a moment.'' I think about it, weighing the pros and cons, but I end up caving.

"Oh, what the heck, let's do it." He grabs my hand and we both start to run to the cliff. We get there, out of breath, but in perfect condition. I let go of his hand and lay down to look up at the sky. "You gonna lay down, Harris?'' I ask him, but no answer. "Harris?" I push myself up onto my forearms and look up at him. His facial expression looks distant, but his eyes. I suddenly am overwhelmed by fear. He is looking at me, but not like he normally does, with softness or annoyance, but insanity filled his eyes. "Harris." I say warily as I slowly stand up and back away one step. He comes forward one step, and then like a cat, he pounces on me. I scream and try to run away, but he slams into my back and grabs onto me. I hit, kick, punch, anything I can do to try and get him off me, but he grabs my neck and starts to squeeze. I continue to struggle, but he just squeezes harder. My lungs are on fire. I need air. My vision starts to have black spots and I look at his face one more time before I die. That stupid smirk is on his crazed face. It is just my luck I had to be killed by my best friend. His smirk is the last thing I ever saw.