I waited at the usual tree we meet at.
Hina and I had known each other for four years now. Possibly my oldest friendship.
Usually we meet after school to walk home but today she seems to be late.
I looked at my watch and in the corner of my eye, saw a girl running towards me.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." Hina said, through breaths when she finally stopped.
"It's ok-" I said flustered.
Hina had long brown hair and beautiful green eyes.
"Let's go" I said and we started walking.
"Abel, do you want to come over to my house today?"
I looked over at her and thought for a moment.
"Sure." Was my response.
My parents won't be home until later today, so they wouldn't mind.
When we finally made it to her house she let me inside.
"It's been a while since I came over hasn't it?" I asked and thought back to when I first came over, we had started ninth grade.
Now we are in eleventh grade.
I looked around at the pictures on the wall.
There were pictures of a young girl who seemed like Hina surrounded by what looked like her family.
"Excuse me, but I need to go to my room for a moment." Hina said and started to depart.
"Stay here."
I watched her walk upstairs but I stayed downstairs.
I stood by the stairs and scanned my surroundings.
It seemed like an ordinary house.
The walls were yellow and looked roughed up.
I heard a noise from upstairs.
It sounded like a loud THUNK.
After what seemed like five minutes I decided to walk upstairs.
"Hina?" I asked and looked through a door.
I walked in the room and the walls were yellow, like the rest of the house, but the walls were smudged with a dark red.
There was a desk in the room and out of curiosity I walked towards it.
On the desk was a bunch of papers scribbled with illiterate writings.
Maybe a little kid wrote this stuff...
I looked around and when I made sure it was safe I opened a drawer.
In it was an old looking book. When I opened it it looked like Hina's diary:
"I don't know how to describe this, it feels wild. Like I can get away with anything. The feeling of taking something like this away, I feel like a god..."
Quirky Hina... I mean normal is subjective... but I can't say I see this everyday.
I turned the page and it was covered in dried up blood:
"I want to do this more often. But I don't want others to find out..."
I heard the door creak open and I put the diary in the drawer and closed it.
"Hina..." I started.
She looked at me with shock in her eyes.
The box she held in her hands fell in the ground and out fell a parcel.
"Hina...?" I started again.
"I thought I told you to stay downstairs."
Hina's face took on a dark expression now, she walked towards me and I felt bad.
"I came to check on you." I said in defense.
"I'm sorry..."
Hina looked down at the ground.
"No... I'm sorry you found out this way..."
"Found out what-?" I stuttered.
I was scared...
"Hi-na...?"
"I killed someone... it was a while ago... but I'll always remember how it felt..."
Hina smiled freakishly now...
"Why...?" I said and moved back into a corner.
"Hina...?" Tears came into my eyes now.
I was scared.
Hina came closer. She pulled out a knife from her hand and took on a dark aura. She looked possessed.
"Hin-a??" I screamed.
She laughed maniacally and held her knife at me.
The knife was against my neck.
"This is how I killed the last one... just like this..."
She looked directly in my eyes, her pupils were dilated and she looked insane now.
"I'm only telling you this because I know you won't be able to tell anyone else..."
