The murderer of Glasgow

Chapter 5

That night I couldn't sleep, millions of questions went around my head. Who was that man? Why was he talking with Marc? What were they talking about? I only regretted not having been able to get the courage to stay and listen because the idea that Marc had had something to do with the murder terrified me and shook every cell of mybody.

While I stirred between my sheets, my confused mind did not know what to believe. I wanted to believe that Marc would be unable to do anything even similar, but my mind returned to the starting point and I imagined again and again Marc conspiring against his best friend or even against me.

The alarm sounded and I hadn't even slept. Fortunately, the coffee took away my sleep but not the fear. I didn't want to go to class, I was afraid thinking about what could happen there.

Walking there, all the theories that I imagined last night gradually turned into crazy nonsensical conjectures. With each step the apparently irrational fear was disappearing.

_I will talk to Marc and everything will be a misunderstanding, I repeated over and over when I got to the door of the school.

Once inside I went to my locker when a familiar voice greeted me. I turned around to find myself face to face with Marc, he had his blonde hair discarded and his usual silly smile

_Do you see? Nothing has changed, I told myself. I raised my hand ready to return the greeting but the words simply did not come out of my mouth. I was paralyzed, my legs were shaking and every cell in my body was screaming "RUN!" 

It was then that I noticed a hand touching my shoulder. I looked to my right side and I found a man in a suit in his thirties with a three-day beard.

_Are you Amy Craig?, he said with a serious tone and a very serious voice.

_Yes, I responded fearfully.

_I'm the agent Mustang from the C.D.C, you will have to come with me.

                                                                                                           To be continued...