Over My Dead Body

V. Spies

"I had the same nightmare again," I said to Malia.

Malia was basically the only friend I had. After Connor's death I cut tires with all my other friends, because they reminded me too much of him. Also, most of my friends were actually his friends. I just hung out with them because of Connor. My connection to them was death, so I didn't bother keeping in touch. The only one that didn't seem to want to let me go was Malia. She stood by me as I went through the most horrible phase in my life. I told her everything that happened and she offered to help me. I was grateful for that, it made me feel less alone in this whole fucked up situation. She was basically my human diary and I wouldn't know what I'd do without her.

"The one with the bloody room?" She asked, gesturing to a place to sit after we got our coffee.

"No, the one with the unicorns and rainbows," I answered, giving her a look.

She laughed shortly. "Funny. It's because of the dead end yesterday, isn't it?"

"Probably. I just can't believe that Anthony Jedre let to nothing except for this note he left me. The bastard. He thinks he can outsmart me, but he'll soon realize he can't." I took a zip from my coffee and groaned in satisfaction as the hot liquid ran through my throat.

"He did outsmart you," she pointed out. "But I must admit that I don't think he'll manage to stay hidden for much longer, now we know his name."

"I'm still keeping his file" I said, pointing to my bag where I keep all of the files of suspicious people.

"You should, everything that's in there is valuable. He won't escape twice. We'll catch him, Alessia," she promised, but her promise didn't ease my feeling. The feeling that Anthony wasn't easy to catch. "We'll find this Anthony. Together," she reassured me, seeing the doubt in my eyes.

"It just doesn't make sense. His apartment was empty, just blank space empty. Not a single clue about his whereabouts or whatsoever. It pisses me off," I scowled. "He thinks he's funny by leaving that note, like he's mocking me. How could he have known that I was coming?" I wondered.

"He couldn't have, someone must have told him. He probably has spies everywhere," Malia said as she scanned the place like she was looking for possible spies of Anthony.

I don't say anything. Her words got to me. Why didn't I think of that sooner? Maybe Connor's death wasn't caused by one person. Maybe there were more killers involved. The thought of possible spies lingered in my mind, causing me to look around like I was paranoid, maybe I was.

"Sweetie, I hate to leave you, but I have errands to run. I'll see you soon," Malia greeted me goodbye and left the coffee shop.

Now that she was gone, I looked around. The smell of coffee penetrated my nose and I loved the scent. Customers chatted. Their noise filled the shop, they all seemed so calm, like they didn't have a single thing to worry about. I wish I could feel like that again. I looked outside, cars passing by. People passing by, each of them heading somewhere, knowing where they were going. I didn't. I never knew where I was going. I felt like I was running towards everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I felt lost.

Sighing, I took out my laptop. I did what I had done what felt like a thousand times, but I did it anyway. I searched the internet for any information I could find about Anthony Jedre. Suddenly a weird feeling washed over me. I didn't feel comfortable anymore. I shifted in my seat. When I couldn't take it anymore, I looked behind me. I scanned the coffee shop, but I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Maybe Malia's words had messed with my mind. The feeling remained, it had nestled itself in my mind and I couldn't get rid of it. After a while, I decided to leave the coffee shop. I walked back to my apartment, but I couldn't help fasten my pace. My heartbeat rose and the only thing on my mind was that I needed to get home. I needed to be inside, I needed to be save. I didn't know what got into me. Why was I walking on the street like an idiot? People began to stare at me and I saw them wondering why I was walking so fast. Suddenly it hit me, I recognized the feeling.

I felt like I was being followed.

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Is there really someone that's following Alessia? Or is she just being paranoid because of Malia's words?

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