HINA

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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..."

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