danger

Chapter 11

Leah's body was laying on the floor. She didn't seem alive. Not awake, at least. I immediately called the nurse, who, when she found out Leah was still breathing, called an ambulance.
Us, students, were told to leave the school as soon as possible, and my parents picked me up a few minutes after Charlotte's parents did. However, as soon as I arrived at home I called Charlotte, because I wanted to discuss who could have done that, to keep safe, but she didn't pick up, so I called Fred, who picked up immediately.
- Hi. Are you okay? I mean, it was you who found the body. What did it look like? Any deep cuts? - He seemed truly worried.
- I didn't look for cuts, Fred. I didn't know what to do! That's the truth.
- Sorry. Who do you think did that?
- I don't know, to be honest...
- It's okay. Me neither. But I don't really want to talk about it now. Can I hang up?
- Sure... I guess.
And with that, he was gone, and I had no one to talk to. At least I thought I didn't. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and made a list of people who could have killed Leah. No, not killed, I tried to tell myself. Tried to kill. I wanted to believe she was still alive.
A couple minutes later, Charlotte called me. I picked it up, of course, and she said that she had just got the news: Leah was actually dead. I started to cry. I knew that maybe I was her target, but she had been my friend, and I had always had the hope that one day she would say she wanted to be friends again, and everything would go back to normal. Maybe even Charlotte would get along with her in the future. It would never happen now, though.