One By One

Chapter 7

'Felix! Felix!' I yell as i'm banging against his apartment door. He always locks it and never lets me in, while on the other hand he always hides a key to my apartment but i don't know where it is located. He eventually opens the door and i can see he has been crying. All of the people in our little rebellion group have had a good relationship.

'I should have never let you join the group.' I know he is talking about the deaths in our group since i have been here. 'They would all still be alive!' He raises his voice. I place my hand on his shoulder. 'Felix..' I say.

'No Stacey! Dont Felix me, you killed my closest and only friends!' His voice is angry and irritated. I step back holding up my hands as i notice the knife held in his belt. 'No, Stacey, you don't get it do you! The only reason your still alive is me! All me! So if you think you can get away with this, oh no, your defiantly wrong!' He slowly lifts out the knife.

'Felix!' I hear from the halls as his knife hits my throat. It was a high scream. I turn around to see the little girl, Julie from before. 'Get away from him, Stacey!' Felix grabs my arm but i kick his shins. He lets out a small yelp and his grip losses enough for me to run over to Julie, but i don't forget to slam the door behind me. Julie grabs out a key and locks him inside.

'Dam!' She says as she kicks the door shutting up Felix from all of his screaming. 'He's your fiancé right? Well you better learn how to control him.' She walks down the stairs at the end of the hall. 'Wait!' I yell. She turns. 'Let me walk you home.' She gives me a glare and smiles an evil grin. 'Like i told you before, my parents won't notice i'm gone.'

After she left i walked to my apartment one floor up. The Lord wanted me to move in with him, but i decided to settle in before i made any rash decisions with a man i just met, whom is now my lover. I notice that i must have left my bag in the douche-rooms. I lean against my door and fall on to the ground, back against the locked door.

I open up my little journal from Metradow. I was a great drawer when i was little, but it hasn't been much of an interest i have had here. An image falls out and it's a picture of a little girl with a balloon. My mother was a painter, thats probably were i got her skills. The little girl is sitting with a balloon and everything is in black and white except for the balloon.

It's red. On the back is has in scripted words in a language i would have know then. I was too innocent to understand. Too young. Don't let the balloon fly away my precious. It only takes one sharp thing to pop, so hold on tight. It's going to be a bumpy ride. She gave it to me a week before i left. Did she know i was leaving, or did she have something to do with this?