danger

Chapter 9

Five whole months passed by, and I had to be, everyday, at the same place as a possible murderer. That was killing me. The fact that she could pull out a knife out of nowhere and kill me without warning. It bothered me. The fact that I believed she was a murderer, because of stories people had told me. Stories with such details it was almost impossible for them to be lies. Since Fred had told me the story, I felt like Leah didn't like me anymore. It seemed like she was just waiting for a chance to murder me. I knew that wasn't true, but still, I couldn't handle it to be alone with her, or even next to her. It was a random cold day when I decided to ask Charlotte a question I was dying to know the answer:
- Did Leah kill anybody you knew?
- Rachel! What the hell?
- I mean, everyone worries about her but you,
like, extra worry!
- I just try to be safe! That's it!
- Okay, okay...
At home, when my parents weren't there, I'd watch documentaries about murderers. About what leads a person to kill other. About what kind of people are targets for killers. Anything that could keep me safe. But one day, right after school, I heard a knock at the door. I looked without opening it, to see who it was.
It was Leah. Standing at my front door.
I pretended I wasn't home. Turned off the TV and all the lights, and started breathing quietly. But then my phone rang. Good thing it was on silent, because it was her. I didn't know what to do, or how to act! I started getting desperate and I honestly think I fainted, because I can't remember anything from when she arrived until when she left.