two of you

two of you (preface)

I saw what I shouldn't have seen.

Someone was murdering a child right in front of my eyes.

With a damn knife.

I wanted to scream but no sound came out.

That's what true fear is.

He seems to notice my presence as he whips around, dropping the child on the ground.

He walks to where I had been standing, but I had shuffled away.

I nearly drop my phone, which I had been recording with.

I bit my lip, willing myself not to scream.

I see him round the corner and I dash towards the child.

I covered my mouth.

Anthony.

And he's bleeding everywhere.

"Miss Blair? Is that you?" He mumbled.

I nod and tried to tear my jacket sleeve to stop his bleeding.

Tears formed as I realise I don't have enough fabric.

And then there was thumping.

Footsteps.

"Shit," I say, trying to quickly finish binding Anthony's arms and legs.

"Run! He's going to come back!" Anthony screams.

The footsteps quickened.

"Damn it," I say, trying to find a way to take Anthony with me without hurting him.

"Go!" He says, pushing my arm away.

I shook my head.

I was supposed to protect my students.

Just when I figured out how to carry him, I saw him.

The serial killer.

But it couldn't be him.

No.

It has to be a mistake.

My hand flies to my mouth and I wanted to vomit.

Not him.

Of all people, it couldn't be.

I fell to the ground, my hands somehow dropping Anthony.

But it was him.

And I was too late.