Cammilla Violet Rose was special, take her name for example. It was spelt with an extra M.
She was a happy girl and never let anyone get her down. People were jealous of her happiness, they thought her life was perfect, she was beautiful and very ta...
Recap Suddenly their was a grunt from the stranger ( who still hadn't noticed me) they were hunched over and they brought their hand towards their stomach were I saw a glint of metal and I realised some thing when they brought their hand back up which was now covered in a liquid...
There was something I realised then and my eyes widened and a gasp left my mouth.
They had a bloody ( literally) knife sticking out of them...
They had been stabbed!
Their head snapped towards me as they must have heard my gasp and their eyes widened in recognition.
"Hector?" They asked in that voice that could only belong to one person, the voice that didn't have its usual energy in it.
My eyes widened even further if that was even possible.
But it seemed so real. I felt like I could just reach out and touch her. The blood, oh the blood. I could smell it. It was all so real.
I got up on my elbows and rubbed my eyes with my right hand. I then heard something, it sounded like someone singing softly. I strained my ears to listen and closed my eyes. Someone was singing softly, their voice so soft, silky like an angel.
I opened my eyes and looked around my room for the source of the voice. The first thing that I noticed was the time, it was only 9:36pm. I then remembered that I had gone to bed early that evening, at 7:00pm because I was so tired.
I then continued to look around the room. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I skimmed my eyes over the room until my eyes stopped at my window, which was wide open and a figure sitting in it.
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Cammilla
What was it with her and my window?
She was the one singing.
I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming or not.
I heard a small laugh and looked up at Cammilla, who was still facing outside.
"You're not dreaming doofus" She said with a snicker, as she turned to face me.
My moonlight streaming in from the window onto Cammilla made her look like an angle, she was so beautiful.
"You forgot your phone in my car" She said, then chucked my phone at me.
It hit me smack on the forehead.
"Sorry" She said with a sheepish smile.
"Thanks" I said rubbing my forehead. But then something hit me.
And it wasn't a phone.
"How did you get in?" I asked narrowing my eyes her.
"The window" She said in a tone that made it seem like the most obvious thing ever.
"You could have come through the front door, I'm sure my mum would have let you in"
It wasn't a surprise that Cammilla could climb up to my window. She was the school, Rock Climbing Champion.
"Too boring" Was her great reply.
My bedroom door swung open.
"Hector dear, dinners re-" My mum started, but stopped mid sentence when she saw Cammilla.
My mum stood frozen, just staring at Cammilla.
I turned to look at Cammilla to see her now standing up and looking at my mum, also frozen in place.
I looked between my mum and Cammilla. I waved a hand in front of mu mothers face. She blinked, and I saw that her eyes were now watery.
Suddenly my mum moved towards Cammilla with a weird look on her face.
