Chapter 1

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This is a story i'll be working on with TwistedPain.

The first chapter is by me. The next chapter will be by her.

Hope you all like it!

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I was watching the two caskets being lowered into the ground. In those two caskets were my parents.

They were driving home late one night when a man pointed a gun to my fathers head. He wanted them to get out of the car, but they refused.

I'm only 17, but i have a house and a job. So it's not like i have to go live with a relative or anything, but i'm still going to miss my parents.

A tear slipped down my cheek and i shut my eyes tight.

-

The day i was stable enough to return to school my best friend Lilly didn't leave my side for a second.

"You don't have to stay glued to me. I'm fine, just give me a little bit of space!" I told her, becoming slightly irritated.

"Yes i do! I'm worried about you. You've through a lot lately, you need me right now." she said.

I sighed deeply.

-

At lunch time a boy across the room was staring at me. He wasn't bad looking, but his gaze still made me uncomfortable. I tried to ignore him, but it was no use.

"Hey, Lilly. I need to get some fresh air. I'm not feeling so good." I said getting up.

"Do you want me to go with you?!" she called out just as i was about to walk away.

"No thanks Lilly, i just need some space."

"Alright..."

-

I walked outside the cafeteria and slumped back against the wall.

I jumped when i heard someone say "Hey, are you okay?"

I looked over to see the boy who was staring at me in the cafeteria.

"Yeah..i'm fine.." I said.

"Are you sure? You look kinda pale."

I thought about this for a second. Was i okay? .....No, definitely  not. Why was i not feeling well? Was it because of him making me uncomfortable staring at me? Or was it because of the what happened to my parents? Was it just stress?

"Actually, i don't think i'm okay." I said shakily.

"Do you want a glass of water or something?'

I shook my head "No, just some stuff that's been on my mind."

"Want to talk about it?"

I tried to speak, but the first thing that came to my mind was my parents. I tried to speak again "I don't feel like talking about it right now." I said slowly, afraid i might start crying in mid sentence.

"Alright." he said.

After a few moments of awkward silence i tried to speak again. This time it was more unsuccesefull than the last.

"I...I just feel- i feel..."

"You feel...?"

"I need to- I can't-!" I couldn't seem to find the words and i started to stutter, and that only made things worse. Tears started to blur my vision.

"You can't what?" he said sounding worried.

"I DON'T KNOW!" I yelled throwing my hands over my face.

Oh great, now i was going to cry and i don't even know why.

"Oh no! Come here!" he said comfortingly, pulling me into an embrace.

I was shocked at first and stood there rigid in his arms. Then fell to pieces. I threw my arms around him, squeezed him tightly and buried my face in his neck as the tears started to flow.

I didn't know why i was crying, all i knew was that i needed to keep holding on to him. Lilly was always there for me, and we were closer than me and this boy i barely met 5 seconds ago. But this felt different some how.

After i had cried it all out i pulled away from him.

"Thanks." I whispered with a sniff.

"No problem." he said starting to rub my back soothingly. "Feeling a bit better now?"

"Yes, much." I replied thankfully.

"Mind telling me your name?"

"My name's Rita."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thanks." I said unable to hid a blush.

"My name's John."

"You have a nice name also."

"Pfft, yeah right. You don't have to be polite about it. It's plane. Admit it."

i smiled, unable to answer.

"Yeah, that smile tells me 'yes'." he said nudging my shoulder.

I giggled "Yeah, kinda. But i still think it's a nice name." I was being honest.

"Yeah?"

I nodded.

Thanks." he smiled

He was staring at me again, only this time i was staring back.

"So i'll see you tomorrow?" I asked, realizing we were standing there staring at each other for a bit too long.

"Yeah...see you tomorrow..." he said with a smile and began slowly walking away.

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