Death Next Door

Chapter 4

One night, I was dozing off to sleep, playing with my long, knotted hair, remembering  that my sister once described me as a glowing angel, with glittering stars orbiting my highlighted hair and golden strands that shined in the moonlight through a small crack in the roof of my bedroom. I woke up from my thoughts when suddenly I heard a gigantic bang!  I was used to all the fighting and shouting by Mum and Dad but I wasn't used to this.

I leaped up from my 'bed' (some dusty blankets and a moth-eaten cushion on a creaky bed frame) and I crept down the oak staircase and wondered outside to see the man from next door grabbing the young lady by the wrist and forcing her into his car. I had no choice, of course I had to follow them; I always do.

I followed them to Ade Lake. I was tired and confused, yawning every few seconds and pinching myself to stay observant. They wondered onto the endlessly long pier and held hands. I wasn't sure what they were saying but I needed to know.

I bring my Mums old phone everywhere; I stole it when I left, along with a few other things. She never really used it since she got that fancy new one, so I took it with me. Anyway, I started to film with it (one of the few things this old brick phone could do) as they were whispering on the dark, lonely per, locked and surrounded by icy water.

"This is pointless," I thought, "they are just saying sorry."

But just as I was about to leave, the man suddenly pulled out a gun and thrusted it to the girls shaking head. Another bang happened that evening. But what next? What would he do? He couldn't just leave her there; he filled her pockets with rocks and stones and pushed her in the freezing lake with a splash, but the phone was still filming.