If Only She Knew REVISITED

Chapter 15

  I feel like Amelia and I have become closer in a way. By the end of the night, we were gossiping and laughing about all sorts of silly things till the early hours, it reminded me of home.

It somehow made me feel like I had a sister again. I miss nights like these with Stephanie.

We used to do it nearly every night, stay up late, watch movies, I didn't realise how much I would miss it when I moved away.

When Amelia headed back to her place, it wasn't long before I passed out with Nolan on the couch to.

Feeling the distant glisten of the moonlight lightly tickle my skin, I am finally in a relaxed state knowing Nolan is just a few metres away from me on the couch opposite.

My zen escapes my mind as I am jolted by a pounding fist upon the front door.

Unsure of what to do, I slowly yet carefully rise to a stance, but this is all I can do. I can't seem to get my feet to cooperate.

It's okay, Ava, just walk to the door; I think to myself hoping it will reassure me to some degree.

Listening to the brave part of myself, I gently walk towards the hallway as I repeat the sentence in my head over and over again, not focussed upon the danger.

Coming back to reality, although at this very moment in time I would rather be escaping it, I find myself standing in the hallway.

Before I could even place one foot off the floor, the knocking erupts once again, however this time it's more violent.

In my mind, I am begging whoever it is on the other side of the door to just stop, walk away, leave. But I know that's not going to happen, whoever it is they want me.

With quick thinking, I sprint towards my kitchen and scramble through the drawers until I find a knife, just to be on the safe side.

Looking towards Nolan, who is still sound asleep on the couch, I flicker my eyes to the door then back to his body before taking a long gulp.

How did he not hear!?

Arriving back, the door looks strange, more sinister than usual; my mind is beginning to play tricks on me as my eyes examine the dimly lit entrance way.

I feel my chest tighten and suffocate my insides as my fingers are tightly wrapped around the knife lowered by my side.

"Hello!" I press my head against the doorframe and speak into the unknown.

"Hello..." A feminine voice replies in a shaky tone. It is too low to be Amelia's.

Biting the bullet, I swing my arm back, all while still aiming my weapon towards the danger lurking on the other side.

"Why did you take so long? It's fucking cold you know!" The strange woman speaks with her hands folded over her stomach.

The petite woman in an oversized khaki coloured trench coat, with drenched hair and raindrops trickling down the sides of her cheeks, stares aimlessly into my eyes.

My eyes widen as I feel my pulse rise rapidly. Soon, I can feel my heart beating in my mouth as my temperature drops, and so does the knife from my fingertips.

Metal scrapes against the wooden floor fills the air.

My light headedness causes me to be unsteady on my feet when a burning sensation floods through my head all the way down to the tips of my toes. The pain takes over.

I let out a deafening scream from deep within my lungs and raise my hands up to my mouth to muffle the sound of my agony.

My eyes drop, I try my best to keep them open, however I cannot fight anymore, not this time. I accept defeat and let gravity take me into the unknown as I feel myself slipping away from the woman before me.