I Live For The Chase

Chapter 3

Tonight is colder than the past few nights. It is snowing heavily and my boots trudge through the thick white blanket as I make my way back home through the dead of night.

I decided to go to the lake stupidly for three reasons.

The first is that I was incredibly bored and I am going insane with the cyclic monotony of being at school and home on repeat, I wanted to break the cycle and so something different. And visiting a lake in the middle of the forest at 9 at night is different.

The second is that me and my Mum used to skate here when she was... well before she left.

The third reason is I took a drag of weed from Asher and I had all this foreign confidence, enough that possessed me to think that I could find The Grey Devil and fight him.

Now that the initial high of the drug has surpassed, I am aware enough to see that that was very foolish of me.

My cold, shivering hands push the key through the lock to the front door of my house and inside it is dark and insanely cold.

I take my wet boots of and leave then at the entrance. Then take my jacket off. I would start a fire except there is no point because I am going straight to bed.

But god, it is so freaking cold.

As I walk through the hallway and to the kitchen, I stop.

The back door is open.

Did I leave that open?

I walk to the door and shut it, then lock it.

Quickly I turn around and look at the dark house around me.

"Breath." I whisper to myself.

I walk into the kitchen and get a glass of water. I fill the glass up with water and then drop it on the floor.

The glass shattered into a million pieces all around my feet.

The glass may have cut me but I am numb to the pain because all I can focus on is what sits on the kitchen bench.

The bottle of drain cleaner.

My heart thumps loudly in my chest and my breathing hatches.

He has been here.

The Grey Devil.

I take a step back.

How does he know where I live?

I could find you in a matter of minutes. That's what he said two weeks ago.

I take a knife from the kitchen drawer and hold it with forceful grip in my right hand.

"Hello?" I call out walking slowly.

I walk back into the hallway slowly with my breathing, the only sound echoing through the night.

I reach the stairs.

"Fuck this." I whisper and then I bolt up the stairs faster than anything.

I get to my room and I lock the door. Then I push my dresser as quietly as I can over the door.

I rush to my bed and hide myself under the covers.

I fall asleep faster than one would think knowing that there is potentially a serial killer in their house.

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Something warm trails up my arm. The touch is light and slow as it runs up and down my arm and then does it again.

I wriggle at the touch and then turn onto my side.

Then the warmth trails from my arm and to my neck and then up to my jaw then back down again.