Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter three

Ever since I found out about Taylor's mysterious death, and all the other unsolved, current murders going around in our area, I've been very nervous and more alert.

Ashton told me he never knew what had happened, and he was in the diner the same night...the incident happened. Or so, police assumed when it had happened.

One murder even happened in our university which scares me the very most. I lock the door every night now, along with every other student here. I've heard a rumour that the murderer is a kid going to school here. Hopefully it's just a rumour.

Taylor went missing the exact same night I met those two men, Sam and Dean, which makes me even more suspicious. People then found her body in a dumpster a few days after.

What scares me a lot, is my old dream pretty much connected right up to the diner. The scream sounded identical to Taylor's.

I've been having more of those crazy dreams of people screaming and cold, red blood everywhere. A lot of it. And more gruesome stuff. Along with the same, creepy as hell, eyes. It's been happening so much, so frequently, I think I'm starting to go insane.

I think I will phone that Sam guy. He did say to call him if strange things were going on. I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, to know that strange things are happening. Or what I presume.

It's weird how he and Dean knew something more like this was going to happen. As in these murders and stuff like that. Oh well. Maybe their like weirdly psychic or something.

I pick up my phone that is on the coffee table beside my laptop, and find Sam's number, then dial, and wait for the ringing to stop and his deep voice to answer.

Finally I hear him pick up on the third ring.

"Hello." It sounds like him. I'm pretty sure it's him. God, just talk Blair!!

"Hi!" I say, then clear my throat, knowing I pretty much forced that word out. I sound too damn perky. "It's me, Blair. The uh...waitress."

"Hey! Yeah, um, have you been hearing about the news lately, or..."

"That's kind of what I want to talk too you about." I bite my lip. Should I trust this random guy I had just met, and tell him my deep secrets? That basically only Ashton knows, and not another living soul?

It's silent on the other line. It seems like he's waiting for me to just straight up tell him. Maybe I need to get to know this guy a little.

See if he's trustworthy enough, and not some stalker, trying to lure me into an alleyway to rape me.

"So um, what are you up too...today?"

Dammit. I sound too innocent. Like I'm talking to my pissed off boss the day after I skipped work or something.

"Just at the same place a new murder went down this wee-"

"Don't damn tell her!" I hear someone hiss in the background.

"Why not Dean. She could help us."

I hope they know I can like basically hear everything their saying. Once again. Well, they had never known the first time. But, most importantly, how in anyway possible could I help them?

"Wait, the one that happened at the Yale University?"

"Yeah...how did you-"

I then end our call, slip on my shoes, and bolt out of my dorm.

Using memory, I twist and turn around long hallways, and corners, past students, until I'm finally in the main foyer, where everyone can just hang out, or come in to register in the main office.